[PlutoTheOpposum]

Here I sit, at 11:30pm on my bed. It's so peaceful, but like, it's not. I've fallen back into Shiloh Dynasty, an artist I used to listen to all the time. I feel like I've lived this moment before, several times.
I'm scared. I don't want to grow up. I don't.
I thought I wouldn't make it here. I don't WANT to have made it here.
I didn't spend enough time enjoying the good days while they lasted. And at this point, I've ruined my chances of having the "teenage dream". I'm fat, my parents don't trust me, I can't talk to anyone outside school, I can't have the aesthetic I want.
It's nothing in comparison to what some people go through, but I'm just so unhappy.
I don't want to be here.