Today I am wearing a Saranah shirt, True Religion cut offs, BCBG sandals, and my Batman/Catwoman lego earrings. If you couldn't tell, I'm not at home right now. I haven't been for the past 3 weeks and you don't get to know where I am because it's top secret. Unless you already know. If so, then this is awkward.
So tomorrow is my birthday. I'm turning 17 years old. I don't know how to feel about it. It's my last year before I become an adult, which is a terrifying concept in itself. I do think 17 is a good age. It's the year between 16 and 18, two of the most "important" birthdays in your life. 17 is in the middle, calm, chilling out, loving life. 17 is beautiful in its subtle ways. One thing I'm not looking forward to is getting too old to scare away cat callers. I remember when they would scurry back into their rat holes once I told them I was 14, 15, or 16. Soon enough, their interest will only be peeked at the thought of reaching something just 1 year out of reach. I should probably try to be more positive and hopeful. Oh well. I guess life happens.
- C
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