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  • I've always wanted to lead the life of others. Friends, people I'd heard of or even only caught a glimpse of in the street. I'd lose myself in daydreams. Finding love, living a life full of adventure, of experiences, where routine was a word banned from my vocabulary. These are things I wish for. As a child, my only want was to finally become a teenager and be rebellious and live my life at the fullest. Today I am 14, and still dreaming. I comfort myself in my imagination, for it is somewhere to live fully with no consequences and no limit. But imagining is also treacherous: you are conscious it is not reality, so you yearn to know what is. The worst part of daydreaming is being brought back to real life, reality being thrown back at you all at once. That's when you're really conscious that your daily life is the constant repetition of the same actions, over and over, that life is slipping from your hands, that soon you will wake up and wonder where the hell your teenage years went.
    People say that now are the best years of my life, but all I see in the mirror is a girl who can't seem to fit in, who hasn't had a real boyfriend in too long and who wishes people would like her for who she is.
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