Seventeen. Holy crap.
As a child, I thought of seventeen year old girls as wise beautiful rebellious models. Seventeen to me always showed itself as a wild age, they're no longer new to the world as a sixteen year old is but they're not mature enough to be in adulthood. I'm seventeen. I'm seventeen! Holy crap, I'm seventeen! It all seems ridiculous since here I am now, as immature as ever! I'm still flat chested and have still never laid my lips on the opposite sex. I still stutter occasionally with my words. I dream more than I do. I am 99% sure I am nowhere close to nearing the responsibilities of adulthood.
But here I am, seventeen year old Sarah. I'm going to expand my dreams and desires from the world. Maybe pierce something. Hopefully hit the period when puberty works its magic and I suddenly look like a goddess. Will possibly but not likely meet my soul mate. Perhaps I'll do something amazing and the world will know my name...finally. Yeah, I'm banking on this all happening. *laughs at self*
But here I am, seventeen year old Sarah. I'm going to expand my dreams and desires from the world. Maybe pierce something. Hopefully hit the period when puberty works its magic and I suddenly look like a goddess. Will possibly but not likely meet my soul mate. Perhaps I'll do something amazing and the world will know my name...finally. Yeah, I'm banking on this all happening. *laughs at self*
Dream big, Darlings!
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