pov: you're just a kid that grew up too fast. [a playlist + rain]

0:00 ~ 505 - Arctic Monkeys 4:13 ~ Alien Blues - Vundabar 6:49 ~ All Time Low (SAD) - Jon Bellion 9:29 ~ Another Love - Tom Odell 13:31 ~ As The World Caves In - Matt Maltese 17:06 ~ Backstabber - Ke$ha 20:47 ~ Bang Bang Bang Bang - Sohodolls 23:49 ~ Burning Piles - Mother Mother 29:18 ~ Happier - Ed Sheeran 33:38 ~ Hayloft - Mother Mother 37:35 ~ Drift Away - Mars Bars 40:47 ~ Agoraphobic - Corpse Husband 42:58 ~ Devil Town - Cavetown 45:58 ~ Heather - Conan Gray 49:18 ~ I Love You So - The Walters 51:59 ~ I Think You're Really Cool Like - Guardin 54:19 ~ July - Noah Cyrus 56:55 ~ Michelle - Sir Chloe 1:00:29 ~ Mr Forgettable - David Kushner 1:00:56 ~ My Alcoholic Friends - The Dresden Dolls 1:03:43 ~ Smoke And Mirrors - Paloma Faith 1:07:36 ~ If The World Was Ending - JP Saxe 1:11:06 ~ Softcore - The Neighbourhood 1:14:37 ~ Teacher's Pet - Melanie Martinez 1:18:39 ~ Time Moves Slow - BADNOTGOOD 1:23:13 ~ Wish I Never Loved You - Bolshiee 1:27:00 ~ This Is Home - Cavetown 1:30:47 ~ Seventeen - Ladytron 1:37:27 ~ Nobody - Mitski 1:41:46 ~ Train Wreck - James Arthur 1:46:03 ~ Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood 1:50:54 ~ Tired - Beabadoobee 1:54:11 ~ Freaks - Surf Curse

POV: you were always told you were “mature for your age” or even an “old soul” but now you act “immature” for your age and the prospect of actually growing up is terrifying

When maturity in your family isn't about actually being mature. It's just about how quiet and still you can be. And how accepting of everything your parents say.

I honestly can’t believe I sacrificed my whole childhood, just to please my mom.

I was so mature for my age. Now I'm 19 and diagnosed with generalised anxiety disorder, clinical depression and PTSD. At goddamn 19 years old. I had a whole rant planned but I think that says it all better than a paragraph would. I hope everyone here can have an actual solid 8+ hours of sleep soon, we've earned it.

They always expect you to act like an adult yet treat you like a child

"You're so mature for your age!" It was the biggest compliment at the moment, but hearing it daily led me to live by those words my whole life...fucked up so much for me and lost so much of my childhood.

I didn't have a reason to grow up fast, there was no emotional neglect or abuse or anything traumatic, but when i got the 'compliment' claiming that i was mature for my age i wanted to keep it that way. I made sure that i was the old soul, wise beyond my years, the prodigy child. Now i am a teenager and i hate myself a lot to be completely honest, i wasted the good years and i shoved my inner child into a corner and i don't think i will ever be able to take it out again

Was listening to this in my bed when tears suddenly started streaming down my face. I’m not even sure why. Maybe it’s the stress from needing to choose a high school, my parents thinking so highly of me and wanting me to be something I don’t think I can, the loneliness I feel inside for no reason. I don’t have anyone to talk to except people online, because anyone I try to ignores me or just doesn’t care. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, but don’t worry. I’m fine.

I'm sorry you were all forced to grow up so fast. I'm so, so sorry. ...you're free to let your inner child shine, you know? All of you. I do all the time. No shame. People who shame you for it are lame, alright?

as part of the burnt out generation aka early 2000s kids i grew up really fast and never really had a childhood and what little i had was on the internet

“I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer." “Then child, make another.” Madeline Miller, Circe

I was raised by unrestricted Wi-Fi. By 9 years old, I was posting myself near-naked on TikTok. By 10, I had twitter. At 10, I started self-harming. At 8, I started having suicidal thoughts. At 9, I had an eating disorder. Im trans and in an unsupportive household and it’s so hard to cope. I always get told I’m “so mature” and “so old for my age”. At the time, this seemed amazing. I was old, which is what I wanted as a kid. At this point im so sick and tired of everything. Im 11 years old and I worry about being perfect. I worry about money, I’m so terrified of everything. I’m 11 years old, and I’m so insecure of my body and I’m the comedic relief therapist friend but it’s so tiring. I want to be normal like everyone else but I’m just not. I’m moving out the second I turn 18, and then I’ll finally be happy.

Sometimes, when i read the coms, i just realize that i'm really not different from a lot of people : Feeling empty, waiting for someone to speak to me and get me out of this eternal loop that is routine... Basically, eating, going at college to study, coming back, playing games, sleep and repeat everyday. Even when i try to break this loop, nothing comes out of it, even if i try for a long time (like doing sports, changing my ways, or going out with some friends). I feel like i can't love someone, or i have to fake emotions while i'm with friends sometimes. Life's real weird huh ?

No, none of us are hard to love. It's just that we were born with people who didn't deserve us. We grew up without a figure of love out of chance. A cruel joke.

I was 6 years old when my paternal grandmother screamed at me when I was crying due to homesickness. She compared me to all my cousins and the other kids who lived in her village, calling them 'much more mature' than I was and saying that I acted like a 3 year old child. It scared me just how much she had raised her voice that day and made me feel so worthless. I don't think I've ever really cried again since that day. I always wipe away even the smallest single tear before if runs down my cheek.

Anyone doing okay? Sad but hanging in there? So much has happened but you just needed a calm playlist to continue healing because things really are looking better? Yeah. That's where I am. I think im okay now, and I hope you are too <3

i've told my mom that im tired a lot of times. she just keeps asking how am i tired when im so young.

Definition of growing up too fast: Growing up too fast or being mature beyond your years is often seen as a neutral or even a positive thing. In actuality, it is a psychological prison that the child is put into by their caregivers, where they are expected to be perfect, meet unrealistic standards, or fit a role that doesnt belong to them. I was told I needed to be perfect or I wasnt good enough.. Makes sense now Im only 14 and life seems as if it is flying by and sometimes going by to slow..

I think i really grew up when I was in 6th grade. I was (i think) 10 or 11 (i am 13, almost 14 now). I started hanging out with a person i'll just call K. K did drugs. K wore shirts that showed their chest. K had six boyfriends in the span of eight months. K was cool, at least to my standers. But during the summer of sixth grade, we started talking through social media. And that's how i figured out what they were like in reality. K was a manipulator, K was awful. I remember that they would message me at 11PM, knowing that this is when I usually went to bed at the time. They'd tell me that they were gonna kts. And i'd have to stay up until 5AM trying to talk them out of it. Then they'd go offline with no "im going to bed" or "gtg", they'd just leave. And I would shiver thinking, "oh my god they really did it. K is really dead." but they'd come back online in a few days, saying that they were busy. Every. Single. Time. It destroyed me mentally and physically as I went into a deppresive eipsode that got really, really bad at some points. Then, later down the road, they would use pet names for me without even asking me first. They'd call me princess specifically. And they'd talk to me about how they wanted to have s*x with me in graphic detail. Like they even had a certain place and had certain things that they'd do to me. It made me feel gross but I never said anything cause I am so so bad at sticking up for myself. That same summer, I figured out that I was transgender and I came out to them. But they still used the pet name pirincess for me. I was scared to tell them that I didn't want them to call me that cause I was scared that they'd hurt themselves. When I stayed over at another friends house for their bday, K showed up. Then the physical stuff started happening. They'd choke me. Like, my vision would get blurry and stuff. I'd be heaving afterwards but all they would do was laugh and tell me how cute i looked all scared like that. Then after school we'd stay at a teachers to catch up on work. They'd put their hand on my thigh. I thought nothing of it at first. But their hand would scoot up my thigh until it was basically on my crotch. And i'd get nervous and move away, telling them to stop. But they'd keep doing it. Time after time. For some reason we lost touch until 8th grade. We only had two classes together, and only one of them could they really talk to me in which was gym class. They'd tell me in detail how their family life was awful and stuff without even asking first if they could talk to me about these triggering things. But the last few days of school they'd treat me like shit. And by then i'd finally grown a backbone and started fighting back, matching their energy with everything they said to me. Then the second to last day of school they misgenderd me...in front of me...to one of my friends. They said "Why is she so loud?" and my friend agreed.. I know my friend can stick up for ppl and hates misgendering as they're trans too. but they didnt say anything. they just nodded their head. Now another one of my friends (i'll call them F.) talks to K a lot. But little does K know, F hates them and tells me everything they say. F has told me that apparently I make K uncomfortable, somehow. Anyways I've decided to take as many honors courses as I can this year, which means I wont be around K that much.