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So all that stress?

Totally gone.

And I'm breathing deeply and laughing loudly.

Rolling all the windows down and singing in the dark.

Sipping slurpees with my best friends,

this is how things ought to go,

all the time.

We should all be able to crack up

and make a colloquial brouhaha

about all the little fun things in life.

It should be like this.

This awesomeness.

Fridays are the best, am I right?

(Yes!)

We should be able to have those weird little things,

you and I,

where it's quiet and we look up

and sort of stare for a spilt second and smile.

You're so damn cute,

you know that?

There isn't much I can do to keep myself

from just sort of falling all over you,

mentally, of course.

But you got all close today,

it was cute,

I won't deny it.

(Though I should.)

I told myself when I wasn't in high school

all the things I didn't want to be.

I'm a lot of those now.

I am all doe-eyed over a boy.

(I didn't want that to happen)

I drive with my music up too loud.

(I hated people who did that)

I spend time making sure I look alright.

(I always thought it was very vain... it is...)

And I'm one of those girls who just sort of has one group of friends.

(I was always jealous of the tight-knit friends)

You know,

I don't regret becoming what I used to hate.

I am perfectly ok with being this teenager,

who I am is not so bad at all.

(Right?)

To recapitulate:

Fridays = awesome.

My friends = amazing.

I = just fine.

And yeah,

I love you, you silly and adorable boy.

Don't you forget it.