Today I was thinking and I got this feeling. I'm going to be seventeen next month. Seventeen, almost eighteen, almost an adult. I may be thinking a huge deal about a birthday or a number I am turning. I'm turning seventeen and I'm nothing. I'm only sixteen now but does that make a difference. Some people are already on their way. I feel stupid for thinking this but I can't expect for me to change over night. I'm being faced with facts every day that I will have to use in my future and I let it go in one ear and out the other. I'm not forcing myself to be a way.
It would be easier if I appreciated more things I guess. Sometimes I feel like nothing compared to other people my age or almost my age. Whether they're a little younger or a little older. They're them, I'm me. Not much I can do about that. See, you ask me what I think about when I'm quiet. They ask me why I think or what I think of. I'm not stupid and I'm not smart. This sounds like an ode to me. Something I'll become sooner or later. Just don't tell me what to do or what I should do. I'm fine.
Well that all lacked intelligence. I just read everything back. I sound like a whinny child. Scratch all that I just said.
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