I need you to read something, and tell me if it looks complete. Was a 15 year old. I cried. It hurt. It hurt to know that time won't be the same, I won't be prancing around in the living room screaming on top of my lungs, "Mamma! Mamma! Look at me dance!". I won't be slumping in the sofa watching Spiderman or Phineas and Ferb while smacking my lips with garlic flavoured chips.