I want adventures, and late night talks out front of a convenience store. I want movie nights with a group of friends and loud music. I want to drive around in the back of a pickup truck and sleep under the stars. I want to fall in love and not get hurt (that's inevitable, but still). I want to get kicked out of dollar stores and take too many pictures and laugh and laugh and laugh until it hurts to breathe. I want memories and inside jokes. I want to sneak out at 2 am, for stupid harmless fun. I want to live and not just survive and have no regrets and smile. But instead I have baggy clothes and red stained eyes and wet pillows and nights alone and god damnit, do I ever hate being a teenager.