diidu
Active Member
God, I sit on my bed every day crying about how I don't know who I am. I HATE being my age. Don't you sometimes just wish you could turn back the clock and be a little little kid again? (I know I'm technically still little to some of you; but I mean like 2/3-8/9) I remember...When I was 5...I got told of at school for asking another teacher for a drink when another teacher already said no...And getting put by the 'naughty cupboard' for saying 'Let me see the number!' while we were meant to be silent... We were playing snakes and ladders... I got a 5... Gosh I had bad friends back then; and they're still mean today... But they've changed; I've changed... I hate growing up I HATE IT;-;