I was having fun. I always had fun. Life was even fun. I had a phone I could use that wasn’t being checked twenty-four seven. I had my own room, with my own things and trinkets. I had posters on the walls of my favorite artists and a record player to play all my vinyls. I go to my classes and lunch alone without teachers having to walk us there. I was having fun, so to say, for a teenage girl in highschool. But something just didn’t click. I remember when I was merely seven, dreaming about the wonders of adolescence. The freedom. The power of saying swear words. Learning to drive. Responsibility. Having more knowledge on everything. Getting to go places with friends. All I wanted was to be grown up. I wanted freedom, and teenagers seemed to have it all. It all seemed like paradise to me; but alas, it did not live up to my expectations.

I expected some sort of shift to happen when I turned 13, something telling me, i was a teenager, but nothing happened. Nothing changed or...