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I don't want to be 16. i'm scared. as soon as everyone left last night, i got all these new responsibilities on me. some of them i don't mind, but others are just... a little scary. whatever. then i went upstairs and cried. i wouldn't put my teddy bear down and i was just sobbing. i wished i was 4 again. i wished the world never became so complicated and that i had nothing to worry about except having fun. and i wished that i would never truly grow up. but what if i already have? then what?