I Can't Believe

Here I am, at my grandparents house reading my old journal entries and listening to Hillsong United. My parents got divorced 3 years ago and are both happy with other people; which is cool and all but I still can't watch them kiss their boyfriend/girlfriend. I'm glad they're finally happy though. I was so young and naive, I wish nothing changed. i wish I didn't grow up. I wish I didn't give my virginity that same year. I wish I never made excuses for the bum of an ex. I wish I grew up to be the 17 year old I am now. I wish I was still 3 years old back in our beat up, blue, two-story house in Puerto Rico. I wish I could stop feeling alone because it seems that everyone has someone perfect other than myself. I wish I didn't care about that stuff. I wish I had more stuff on my plate to keep my mind away from all of it. And I always wish I was somewhere else than where I am now.