When I think about it…stressing and having endless anxiety over college, learning that once I move out I will have to pay my own bills, and all the other perks of growing up. In all honesty I don’t want to live anymore. I know this is coming off, as really depressing, but it’s true. I just don’t want to grow up. I wish Peter Pan would come to my window at any second and take me away to Never Land. I see other humans in my life getting married and having kids at my age and I always wonder why they would try and ‘grow up’ so damn fast. I have no desire for that. I feel like I have accomplished enough already and I don’t really care what else life has to offer, if it just means more endless anxiety. Elementary school teachers should have warned us that growing up isn’t exactly how it appears to be. Its Ludacris to look back on my childhood and see myself when I was 6 years old hoping for the day that I was an adult. Now, I want to go back. I want to go back to that child I was with the hope that growing up is wonderful. I’m only 18 years old but I don’t think I’m strong enough of a person to handle being an adult and I don’t want to take the risk of moving on from being an adolescent.