do you remember when

you were little and everything was just safe, everything was made fun and the only thing that hurt was when you scraped your knee. When you weren't put down for have a comfort teddy or blanket or for sucking your thumb. that was normal stuff. When if you had an ugly face, people were still your friend because you gave them your last cookie or hugged them when they were sad.
i miss those times. when your parents were these inspirational, admired protectors who you loved, and when boys were those strange creatures who never wanted to hang out with you because you were a girl? or when you first starte primary school and you felt so grown up because you knew you two times table and could spell?
now it's all changed and we're thrown into this world full of exams, boyfriends, sex, teachers, angry parents and bitchy friends. now we're told if we can't do fractional equations we'll fail our exams, if we can't write 5 pages of an essay in one hour, we'll never get a job.
suddenly it's all too real and you grow up too fast, from being a little girl to a woman in a matter of a year. How scary's that? you're being told that your body will change, and when it does it hurts and feels funny and you don't know how to deal with yourself, let alone everyone around you. But still we have to make everyone happy while inside our bodys a whirlwind of hormones, and we get slandered if we express the emotions those hormones make us feel. We then hate the way these hormones make us look, from small breasts to a larger stomache or a wonky nose. We all try and improve these features and deform ourselves for the possibility of sex. Wow.
I wish i was still little, so i didn't have to wear make-up and spend months trying to attract boys who end up hurting you anyway? you know, the ones who promise you the world then you find out that means walking in on them shagging some other chick while you're in the bathroom? If that's the world i might as well kill myself now, lol. then being told 'that's life' just is the icing on the cake, isn't it? cause that just tells me that that's all i've got to look forward to. No marriage, no happiness, no love. How is that a world i want to grow up in?
I'll finish on saying that, throughout all of this awkward hate-filled stage in our lives, this is meant to be the best time of our lives.
who decided that?