Update on Age

I used to not pop my fingers and just before I started typing this I did. Nine out of ten of my fingers made that killer sound that I try to avoid convinced that it will deform my knuckles. The tips of my fingers are icy cold but I mean it is winter so I can't expect less and much even worse is the fact that I have to go pee and I just won't because if I lift my booty from this chair, Ilse, will get her booty off the bed in which she is texting and replace my booty with her booty on this chair. I have marks of stress coming out due to the fact that we just had our finals this week and to be honest, I disagree with the world. Junior year is not the hardest year of High School. So far, I've been taking it easy and it has worked, even through my procrastination habits.

I don't know. I mean I do but I don't. I haven't written anything here that is not a poem or a vision of my dreams. More like I've focused on other things, people and situations and I am trying to figure out the way I feel about them and I just never seem to get to the bottom of the well.

It just keeps getting deeper.

A classmate was telling me of her misfortune with guys and her parents and we came to the conclusion that we, as teens, will never come to an agreement with out parents because we don't have kids.

On the radio, this man, the radio man, read something worth meditation. He was talking about age and the way people actually functioned rather than the way we think we function.

• Kids don't learn to be kids until after they have been kids, teens dont ever learn to understand themselves until after they have been teens, parents never learn to be parents until they have aged and the elderly don't learn to live until they have already lived through the worse.

I happen to agree.

There seems to be another complexion on certain events as well. As some of you readers have noticed, I do happen to have certain trust issues. Not like I don't trust people, more like I trust the wrong people therefore choosing not to trust anyone at all. Its not personal. Its a girl thing.

Its not that I don't like being a girl, because I do, Its what comes with being a 16-year old girl that I hate. And I am not talking about That.

Ok. I have to take this call.