47104.) This year I thought I became the person I'd always wanted to be. I finally kissed a boy or ten, I had a bunch of new friends, I was invited to parties. Now I hate who I've become. I'm the girl with the obnoxious friends, who annoy even me. I update my facebook and twitter and tumblr constantly to update everyone on my life. But who cares? I want to change. I don't want obnoxious friends, I don't want a broken heart, I don't want a dysfunctional family. I want to be little again, when the biggest problem I had was convincing my parents to let me stay up past 10.