The Whining of an Utterly Dependent 16 Year Old
Approximately 177 days left.
Only 177 days left to be a kid.
Only 177 days left to have all of the quintessential teen experiences.
ONLY 177 DAYS.
Should I be scared? Because I am.
Dare I be excited? Because I am not.
177 Days until my classmates begin to fade from memory .
177 days until I have to grow up.
Please send help.
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