Its about one month to my birthday and to be frank, I'm not looking forward to adulthood. I think I might be the only person on Earth to make such a big fuss about going-to-be eighteen and adulthood and all.
But I am a teenager with ideals. Too many ideals. And I know that these youthful ideals are going to be shattered when I reach adulthood. I don't want to go into details, but yes.
I would have so much to write about, but my mind goes blank whenever I stare at this white box.
Come watch the death of Elizabeth's teenagehood.
(When I was young, I didn't care.)
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