January 2010
80 posts
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Why am I turning nineteen in two months? It’s terrible. Nineteen is the last year “teen” is a fixture of your age. I assume by then, I’m supposed to have gotten over all that vent up (or not so vent up in my case since I’m perpetually whining…) teenage angst. It’s not fun, I still spend my days counting the ways my life sucks. Ya, I still say that life...
I owe it to myself to move forward. I do. I do. I do.
“I’ve had to say goodbye more times than I would have liked. But, everyone can...”
– Betty Suarez
