i am in complete and utter refusal that i will ever grow old. it is exactly thirteen days until my eighteenth birthday and i am so enamoured with all that childhood has had to offer me that there is no way adulthood could sweeten a deal that will move me over to the dark side. i mean, the ability to have ice cream at eleven and wear heels without feeling stupid is a plus. but. there is nothing greater then just playing around. and doing things that are silly without being intoxicated. it’s freedom.
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