I feel like the world has over-romanticized the age of sixteen. All of the movies, books, and songs out there make it seem as if it were some sacred number.
You'll finally have the freedom of driving.
You'll be super popular, have tons of friends, and go to parties every weekend.
All your insecurities will be cured, and your future will suddenly be crystal clear.
What the world doesn't tell you is that you'll hate parties, and that you'll be terrified of driving. They don't tell you about how confused and alone you will feel. They don't tell you that you'll lock yourself in your room at night so that you can cry for no reason.
Sixteen is not at all easy or glamorous, and most of the time you will wish you could go back to being five years old again...