If you're reading this. You're still here.
Well done.
This isn't some romanced, teen flick. With a bit of sex here and some teenage angst over there.
Nah. This is real.
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All stories start in the summer, right?? Usually how everyone's free from school work and their minute responsibilities. Sorry to follow the norm, but this is starting in the summer.
As of today, I am 6403 days old. That's 17 and a half (ish)
And although I'm still very young, I have grown.
From the age of 15, I grasped freedom under my wing. When I mean freedom, I mean being able to go to the city with my friends, to skate around for a while. Having to be back in the house by 9pm (sooner if it was the dark evenings of winter) or there would be serious consequences.
Still, as a 15 year old, that was freedom. Since then, I've had my heart broken and I'm still facing a confused battle with my inner demons.
Want to continue? Swipe up.
