Growing up is Scary

When I was younger, about eight or nine, you would ask me what I wanted at McDonald's. I would whisper into your ear, "I want the usual." because I was too shy to talk to the teenager behind the counter. You would order for me, and hand me my food. We would walk to a table and eat with dad and Audra. I never talked to you guys while I ate, because I was so young, and I had nothing seemingly interesting to talk about. I occasionally listened to dad talk, but it didn't make sense to me. Now, I order for myself. I do, sometimes, talk with you guys at the dinner table, but I'm still the youngest, and often ignored. I come home and do homework and girl scouts and dance class. Things are complicated now. I have to make my own decisions and go on mostly alone. I get aggravated when people want me to do something.
"Brevyn, come over tonight!"
"Brevyn, walk home with me!"
"Brevyn...!"
"Brevyn...!"
"Brevyn...!"
Can't you leave me alone in my dark abyss of annoyance? Can't you let me be? It's hard enough dealing with my own life! Don't make me deal with yours! Leave me be, and go away. There are plenty of times in the day that I can lose my temper. No matter what it looks like, I never do. It complicates things even more. So leave me in my shadows. I don't want the sun. I don't want a light. Just stop time forever, so it stays night. I don't have to go anywhere, just stay.
Growing up and moving on is scary. But I guess everyone goes through it, so those hypocritical bastards wont let me whine about it anymore.