Dear You,
I'm sitting on my bed right now. Thinking. Thinking how it's crazy that in two years I'm going to walk across that stage and graduate. I'm going I be in my own, and no longer be a kid. My childhood will officially, end. Sometimes I don't want to grow up. I'm not ready to do so. I still feel like I'm back in elementary school in a the 4th grade. But time doesn't stop for anyone. It moves and it moves quickly. I regret so many things: getting into trouble, being in a depressed state for so long, and losing the people I love most. All I do is sit here and cry nonstop to myself like it's going to solve something. In reality, that's not the case. It'll be the same life I had just a second ago. Only difference? I'm wasting my time being upset about it. It's just so hard because I'm really worried about what's going to happen next. I'm afraid of losing more people. I'm afraid I'm going to fail. I'm afraid of growing up. I'm afraid of death. I'm afraid of the future. I'm afraid of what I'm surrounded by. I'm afraid of the real world. I'm scared I won't make it. I just don't know what to do anymore and it scares me. I do t want it to, but it does and that's why I cry. All I do is cry because of all of these things that get to me, and stress me out.
From, Me
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Dear You, From, Me [COMPLETED & EDITING]
Teen FictionIn life, we all have our own roller coaster. It goes up and down and swirls around. We have the greatest moments to never forget and we have our worst memories we try to erase. I wish my life was better than what it became, but the world, isn't a wi...
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