Whenever I'm feeling discontented with my life in anyway, I think about being 16 years old again.
No, not that I want to be 16 again. Quite to the contrary.
The 16 year old me would think my life ROCKS.
From her perspective, I have everything I could want.
A car.
No curfew.
I can see R rated movies and buy liquor without fear of getting caught.
I have my own place.
No homework.
No restrictions on my internet use or what I can watch on TV.
I can wear whatever the hell I want.
My best friend isn't gonna get grounded right before my big sleepover.
I don't have to worry about waking anyone up during my big sleepover parties.
I can throw big sleepover parties anytime I want.
I have like, the cutest boyfriend ever.
I'm so free, and a job and bills are a small price to pay.
No, not that I want to be 16 again. Quite to the contrary.
The 16 year old me would think my life ROCKS.
From her perspective, I have everything I could want.
A car.
No curfew.
I can see R rated movies and buy liquor without fear of getting caught.
I have my own place.
No homework.
No restrictions on my internet use or what I can watch on TV.
I can wear whatever the hell I want.
My best friend isn't gonna get grounded right before my big sleepover.
I don't have to worry about waking anyone up during my big sleepover parties.
I can throw big sleepover parties anytime I want.
I have like, the cutest boyfriend ever.
I'm so free, and a job and bills are a small price to pay.
2 Comments:
so when's the sleepover party?
Whenever you can make it, WK.
Can I french braid your hair?
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