Yesterday my friend turned 16. Approximately 6 1/2 months ago, I turned 16. This may not be a big deal to you, but I'm growing up. I'm getting old. One day at a time.
I'm a nostalgic person. I don't want to be; I'd rather be in the present! Exciting! Trying new things and reveling in where I am right now! But I'm more sepia toned. I think about things. I day dream and I take a while to open up to people.
I feel like... I'm wasting my youth. I don't go out and party. I don't drink or do drugs. I've never had a boyfriend. By all stereotypes, I am someone aged between 13 and 19. I am not a teenager.
One day I'm going to look back on this and say, "I was so young and foolish." And so, to my future self, I say NO. NO STEP DOWN FROM YOUR SNOOTY, MATURE HIGH HORSE.
Yes, I am young and foolish. I am free spirited and idealistic and have dreams as big as the sky. And I will be young and foolish till the day I die.