High school, it seems, is stereotypes, drugs, alcohol, kids having sex and babies.
Trying to fit in and at the same time trying to be unique.
Wanting my parents to go away but always come back.
Telling my parents to get off my back but to yell at the teacher who made me cry.
Going to the playground but not finding the magic it used to have.
And remembering my parents saying these years were the best years of their lives and me wondering what they were talking about.
I try so hard to cling to childhood, but I can never find it. When I look for it, I always get lost.