Okay, so I turned thirteen a month ago, and since then, I notices some... uh, changes. And not just physically (Uh, hello, does my birthday makeover ring a bell? No? Oh, right, I forgot to write about it... Okay, long story short, I got a mani-pedi and a haircut), I noticed that I changed mentally.
Not sluttier or something like that, just - ugh - girlier. I actually started to like pink again, I just effing bought pink and white floral loafers, AND I made an account at GirlSense!
That's not normal for me!
My voice changed, I started to be more awkward around boys - if that's even possible - and I suddenly don't hate reality shows anymore.
The reason for my amazingly unusual acts of teenager-y-ness?
I'll give you a clue; it starts with a b, and ends with oys.
Boys.
Fucking stupid crushes made me into a frickin' DAFFODIL!
{Only iCarly fans will get that reference}
I'm all emotional now and pink and girlie and falling-hard-for-guys-y and... and... weird. Is that what being a teenager is all about? Finding out that you and this wretched stage of life is weird? If it is, then I'm done.
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