"conversations with my 13 year old self" by pink.

You know the song Conversations With My 13 Year Old Self by Pink? I think it is so melodramatic. What 13 year old girl has any real problems? In most normal situations (excluding rape, illness, natural disasters, extreme poverty, etc..) the kid will...

always have food, a roof over their head an education, and at least one person who cares for them. I myself was thriteen last year and I certainly don't remember it being this heartbreaking of confusing. What do you think?

Pink went through a lot when she was growing up.

well some kids go through there own or there parents drug/alcohol abuse,
and quite a lot of kids get bullied and also end up getting depression
then a few of them become self conciouse and have such poor body image that they develop eating disorders
I dont know what pink went threw when she grew up
and its true that majority of kids problems are just things like
mum grounded me
wont let me have a boyfreind/girlfreind
wont let me go out with friends
wont let me have a phone
ect
but some of them go through other problems that are worse,
and that affect them for there whole life

a lot of kids go through so much when they are growing up, it dont matter what age you are at all. you would be surprised

I was depressed when I was thirteen. At the time I hated myself for feeling sorry for myself. My friends bullied me. The boy I liked told me I was fat, ugly and annoying. My mother always seemed to love my brother and sister more than me.Or that she didn't love me at all. I felt as though I was trapped. My ears stuck out and people would always cheek me as if I was a freak. I hated my appearance and lost my self-esteem. I'd cry and feel so guilty that I was being so pathetic. Boys used to think of me as a joke. My mom used to call me fat. My sister and brother never let it die how fat my legs were and my stomach and how ugly and horrible I was. I was known as one of those people who was always happy and nothing got them down. So I had to live up to this, I had to hide all my feelings which would spill out everytime I was alone.Holding the feelings in always made them amplify. I honestly felt that if I died - no one would care. No one told me how nice I was, how pretty, how clever. I just felt a failure. I was pretty clever - the cleverest out of my siblings but my mother compared me to my brother and acted as though I was still stupid. She picked up on every bad quality and never rewarded the good. Now I still look back and think my life wasn't even that bad. But you can't help it if your sad.