Or instead of "hello" I feel a "Good morning" is in order here.
But it's Monday, so the goodness...
It's highly limited.
How good can it be when you're awake and mildly sunburnt and dreading what you once longed for?
Answer: Not that good.
And is it true? An I a smart-aleck 16 year old? Apparently my parents think so.
And that made me distressed. Because, as a 16 year old, I know nothing. This must be so. Because I if I knew anything I could function on my own, all independent. But I can't do that. I know nothing. I am as clueless as the next person.
But sometimes I feel the need to express my liberal opinion. Does that make me a horrible person? Well it seemingly works like that. So what do I do? Not talk? Would you prefer my stony cold silence to my opinions? The opinions that make me a person!? I'd love to speak my mind more often, but you will continue to put me down and shun me and say I'm a smart aleck.
I know nothing. I have an opinion. Don't we all? Why can't you accept that? Accept me?
And what's with the sudden bombardment of pressure-inducing college questions? I don't know where I want to go. What I want to do. Or who I want to be. Or who I am. Or what I'm good at.
Really, I have no talents. I'm just curious. There's an einstein quote that's something like that.
So what does it matter that I don't know where my life is headed? I'm 16, and my only obligations currently are to my school, my blog, my poetry, and guitar. So why can't I just live this moment right here without having to worry about what happens in two years? Because, yes, I obsessively worry about this type of thing.
So.
I'll answer it for you right here.
I would like to go to Columbia.
I would like to be a writer.
I would like to live my life and be happy and have money not matter.
There.
You'll never see this.
But I don't care.
Because I said it.
It's right there.
And that's what I want to do.
So now let me worry about being 16 for now,
Please?
Hello, ten minutes later end to this blog post.
Adieu.
I love you.
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