i'm alive.
i'm sixteen and smart enough to have realized that i am never going to be as young as i am today.
i am roughly five thousand four hundred and eighty days into my life & i know that that number is never going to get any smaller.

just in the same way that i had my period two years ago & the doctors say
"rooke, it may come as a bit of a disappointment, but you're probably never going to get any taller"
i'm going to stay four foot nine.
and just because that number signifies that i can't ride a roller coaster at six flags
doesn't mean i'm not going to have a good time.
because i've got other things going for me.