Bye-bye fifteen.
I don't think that being sixteen when I wake up will make too much of a difference, but it seems like a good enough chance to have a mental clean slate. I'm.. cheery, I suppose is a good word for it. Hopefully, I'm saying a complete goodbye to the awkward stage after this, but most likely not. It is okay, though. The awkward, yet funny, moments in my life are among the most cherished. Also, for the record, my mom was going to allow me to miss school tomorrow, but I am going of my own accord. Even though I will have to sit through Hale, Spanish, Alg2Trig, and Chemistry, somehow it is worth it.
Secondly, I feel the need to say I will always be proud of you. No matter how you mess up. Whether it's in soccer or in life. Because I love you, and I am proud to call you mine.
Hello sixteen.
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