Dear Diary,

People say that you learn as you grow up, but the only thing I’ve learned is that I don’t want to grow up. I want to go back to being a little kid. Back when things were simple and you didn’t have to wear makeup to look pretty. Back when boys had cooties and you could be whatever you wanted to be. I used to look up at the stars and make wishes on airplanes…now I gaze up at the night sky wondering where I went wrong and longing for a wish I know will never come true.