It's May and I haven't posted anything since March, so I have no right to assume that anyone will or should read this post. But I turned seventeen and started thinking too much and I felt I had to write about that. It's been two years since I could sing along to Taylor Swift's "Fifteen" without feeling that I couldn't, because it wasn't mine anymore. I got a Snapchat, and it's strange, how no one really cares that their conversations are so meaningless that they don't even deserve to EXIST for more than ten seconds. Then I was thinking about how I've always thought being a teenager was a faded-Polaroid-picture type of existence, a series of toothy instants. But it's not instants, it's hours behind infuriatingly ever-perching, wobbly desks and history textbooks from 1992. Even though there are Polaroids sometimes. I am thinking about what I want to major in when I go to college next year, how I tell people I want to major in Communications, because that sounds very practical and solicitous, when all I really want to do is major in English Literature and read nineteenth-century romances. I am thinking about how in one year I will be a legal adult. Or not thinking about it, because it terrifies me because I don't even know how to make spaghetti because I never thought I would need to know how to so soon. Just an update.
Love,
Ana
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