Growing Up...

Here I am, sitting in front of my computer at age 15 writing about something I don't know if someone will actually read. And I don't care. I mean, my feelings aren't important to any one but me. 15 years ago, I was born. 10 years ago, I was playing with my dolls in my Barbie's house, having no idea how growing up would be so hard. 3 years ago I was getting ready for my first kiss, the so special one. But you know what? It wasn't so special at the end. I just wish I could keep playing. Nowadays, I cry about love, I ger hurt because of someone else. And sometimes I wish I could go back to the time where an amount of sand falling apart was the big problem. Where walking around the house wearing my mom's clothes was fun. Where everybody got along and the most difficult fight was about the doll I wanted to play with, or the toy that the other kid took away from me. I wish I could go back and stay there on the couch watching Scooby-Doo and eating candies. I just wish growing up wasn't so hard.