Little me again

I remember little me. The little me that could sit on the floor in her own little world play with her Barbies and not worry about a thing the little me that didn't care about what other people thought about her and was only her best self. The little me that thought boys had cooties and told herself she would never cry over a Boy. but here she is older, More mature and has all these emotions she doesn't know how to control. Now she's in her room crying over the boy who broke her heart for the very first time and now all she cares about is what other people think about her she's always trying to be somebody else and never her self. All she does is worry about things a teenager shouldn't worry about. I wish I was little me again.