I get so caught up in trying to make it all beautiful.
"These are your glory days, darling."
Sixteen and full of potential energy.
Flammable youth, some would say.
What will I become?
I'm in love and in debt with possibilities.
My insides are soaked with prayers and... want.
I'm tired of trying to be what I don't even think I want to be.
what everyone else expects of me.
I want to be free.
Free from grades and the cliches.
I'm sixteen! I'm supposed to be free!
My life isn't even worthy of any label.
I'm merely a reflection.
Oh, God.