As a little girl, you always want to be older than you really are. You always wish that, time will just fly right by you. I don’t know why this is, maybe its immaturity , or a sick fantasy. Now, I wish I could be young again, I wish I could be young because of all the hurt and pain I have been through. Through my sixteen years of living, I have learned about two very strong words; LOVE and HATE . From experience I have realized they can make or break basicly anything. At the time, I found myself always wanting something more than I already had. I had this with me , about making things more complex than they really seemed. Some say its insecurity, some say it could be a strain of paranoia, but I just call it pain. Why do I feel pain? I don’t fucking know, thats what I am trying to figure out. I’m constantly having urges, these weird urges to do something insane and abnormal. No, I don’t want to kill myself, and I sure as hell to want to resort to doing crazy shit like drugs. But my mind is…