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Friday, April 04, 2003 @ 4:31 PM
At Seventeen
Around five this morning, I woke up and realized my roommate was snoring like an 80-year-old man. Then I noticed a thunderstorm was going on outside. I had to slam the door to our room so my roommate would wake up, giving me a chance to go back to sleep.
The world looks really pretty today, at least from my window. The sky looks disappointed, or disapproving, I can't decide which, but everything else looks shiny and resiliant.
And I... am a hyper-sentimental seventeen-year-old... I gave it some thought and decided that I don't feel nineteen, I feel seventeen. I feel the same way I did when I was just finishing junior year of high school. I'm not sure I've changed since then. Or, maybe I changed, but then I changed back... Maybe this is just temporary. Maybe I'm seventeen today, but next month, I'll be twenty-four.
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