The Whining of an Utterly Dependent 16 Year Old

Approximately 177 days left.

Only 177 days left to be a kid.

Only 177 days left to have all of the quintessential teen experiences.


Should I be scared? Because I am.

Dare I be excited? Because I am not.

177 Days until my classmates begin to fade from memory .

177 days until I have to grow up.

Please send help.


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