I’m 16 now. Which means I’ve officially been a teenager for three years. When I was younger I used to look up to teenagers. They seemed so cool and so old.

I recently realized that I’m a codependent person. I’m the type of person who can get really attached to a person I love, to the point where I want to be around them 24/7. I’ve always loved and cared about people, and I’ve always cherished my relationships with friends and family.

I never quite knew what grief felt like before. My grandma died when I was five, but I wasn’t old enough yet to understand. I’ve gone through breakups, but I’m a pretty resilient person, so I got over those pretty quickly.