When I was in middle school, I absolutely wanted to grow up. I couldn't wait until I could drive, or until I would graduate and be in college. While I didn't know what I wanted to be, I thought it would be a complete blast.  I never knew that it would be so disappointing whenever I got to high school.  The kids were different, people had just changed.  Nobody was the same, and they were never going to be.
Once I was able to drive, everything started going downhill.  I didn't think that I would never be the same either.  I lost most of my friends, and thought that my new friends would replace them.  It turned out I was wrong.  My new friends would betray me, and I lost everybody that I had.  I never really tried in school, and I didn't think it would hurt me.
I never had anybody to really talk to, so I let my feelings out to anyone who was willing to listen.  Little did I know, this would come back to bite me in the ass.
I am now a senior in high school. I have lost almost all of the friends I have ever had, to say the least. I've been accepted by the most prestigious college in Missouri, but still, I don't seem to be happy. I'm depressed that I haven't made my parents that happy. I'm trying, but I just don't see it ended. I want to go back to when I was little, whenever I had all the friends in the world and could be careless as ever.