Three hundred sixty-four days plus one

I was a different version of myself

17. 100

 

The old system consists of tired, old buttons

Seams ripping at every edge

Voids filling up to the missing space

Keys were missing

My battery drained faster

Memory space full

 

Finished my junior year drained

My body’s battery was nearly dead

The bed is the only outlet I had

Water from my eyes only caused more malfunction

 

Fast forward to August, senior year

New mind, new school year,

Same people, same routine

Had to mature

Had to place new parts to be a chameleon for a few more months

 

Upgraded my eyes to see only in rose-tinted

Upgraded my stamina to a puppy status

Upgraded my smile to bright white

Upgraded to Senioritis repellent

 

Now, a year later, I’m still the same machine

But only upgraded and have the same malfunctions as before

The only difference is that I’m 18.100