I don't want to grow up.

My life was great when I was six. I didn't hate my dad, my grandpa was still alive, my mom wasn't married to my stepdad. Why do we have to f***ing grow up?! Yeah, sure, I want to have a family, but I miss my old life with my father's side of the family. That part of my life was just fine. So screw you, destiny! You've f***ed up my life. How are you going to make it better? And the answer had better not be Shane (my amazing boyfriend). Hey, God? Aren't you supposed to help me with life? Then help me already! WTF???