It is 5 a.m. and I have been awake for days, it feels It is 5 a.m. and I am almost a year older but I'm not sure if stripping down to my underwear and ripping out my eyelashes counts as a celebration.
When I turned 15 I took a pencil and wrote out all of my bad while I cried and then I burned it in my backyard and I didn't cry for a long time after that - I went empty. When I turned 16 I thought I was in love. When I turned 14 I was alone.