I. Am. Excited.
Know why? Because I am a teenager. I am 16 years old, and basically everything that happens to me has the ability to be a life-changing, earth-shattering, re-write-the-beating-of-my-heart experience. For example: prom.
Prom is one of those things, like grad or cosmic bowling (no? That one's just me?) that either make you excited, or make you pretend not to be. This year isn't technically my prom, just a year-end dance. I have the dress, the shoes, and plans for a big bonfire afterward. Sometimes I feel... like I am too much for my body to contain. I'm like a ball of energy and excitement. Like some dying galaxy that is collapsing in on itself, radiating heat and light and anger and love.
And sometimes, like now, I just want to quietly implode.