I remember when I was a little girl - watching Nickalodean, eating junk food and playing video games. Sad and alone because the kids at school bullied me, hated me, and my parents thought I was just being a drama queen when I told them.
Now, here I am. I just finished my Freshman year of high school.
The bullying’s stopped a lot. By no means am I popular, I’m shy and antisocial, but I have a few real friends now who back me up.
But now I smoke pot. I cut myself and am suicidal. I’m secretly bi-sexual and dating my best friend, who’s also suicidal. My dad hates me. I dyed my pretty blonde hair pitch black, and now it matches all my black clothes. And I blare my screaming music through my headphones for hours on end.
And yet, here I still am. Watching Spongebob, eating a cookie, and playing Peggle on my laptop.
How is it possible that, despite what I’ve become, nothing’s changed?
The realization is almost comforting….
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Actually you are still a little girl.
Don’t worry it’s supposed to be this way!
That what growing up is, stages and changes, slowly happening.
Being secretly bi might be stressful and to much pot can cause depressive symptoms but only you can set your limits.
Hang in there, you can do it.