Forever thirteen.

I’m sorry, but I think that’s so insulting.

Tomorrow: my fourteen birthday. Why do I have to grow up, to stop feeling like I can talk about myself saying the word “child”? I’ll get older, I don’t want to turn fifteen or sixteen or anything. I don’t want to be an adult, getting worried about the life, the money, my job, my family… I don’t want to get married with a guy that I met at college and  going to work every morning after drinking coffee and reading a newspapers without emotion. I have more reasons, that I can’t explain, for wanting this. I want to be thirteen years forever. There’s nothing good about being thirteen, nothing, it actually sucks, but I have stupid reasons. I wish I could die today, so I culd be thirteen years forever.