Seventeen. It’s just a number, an age, or whatever. But it’s the most difficult time for anyone. You’re not quite an adult yet, but you’re not really a kid. You’re expected to make adult decisions, but you’re not treated like an adult. You get yelled at for acting like a kid, but get no explaination as to why you shouldn’t act like a kid.
Seventeen. You’re leaving the nest soon, you have to move on with your life, and that’s a terrifying thought, for most.
Seventeen. Most people are just now getting out of their awkward stage, they’re becoming comfortable with their body. But more are ashamed, insecure, or unhappy with how they look, act, or just simply who they are.
Seventeen. We hide, forget, worry, and make stupid decisions that will haunt us for the rest of our lives. That doesn’t mean that we have to let it ruin our lives. To control our lives.
Seventeen. In just one tiny year, we’ll forget about it. Being seventeen. It was just a phase in our lives, where we learned who we are, what we are, and how far we’ll push ourselves to succeed.
All i want to do is talk to you. That’s it. A nice conversation. You’re just too amazing. And i know we have a past and i know i probably shouldn’t even give you another chance, but dude, i’m willing to risk my heart to be with you. For some reason you have me under your spell, within five days i was out for the count. I can’t even stand up against you. You’re energy is captivating. It’s something that leaves me wanting… I just can’t get enough of you.
I don’t understand you. Do you want me or not? It’s a simple yes or no, not an answer that sounds like Confusious. Dude, just tell me what you want from me because if you want me, than I’ll wait, but it’s unfair to me to keep me waiting and being filled with false hope if you don’t want me. I can’t do this sitting back anymore… I can’t. I won’t. I don’t deserve this, I’m gonna tell you face to face. You better answer me.
Sincerely,
Me.
(CBSNewYork / AP) - Samantha Garvey has good reason to be the recipient of high fives and congratulations from the faculty and students in the hallways at Brentwood High School.
The 17-year-old senior says she cannot believe that she is one of the semifinalists in the highly prestigious Intel Science Competition, in part because she lives in a Bay Shore homeless shelter with her parents, brother, and twin sisters.
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I am a writer. I enjoy making the stories in my head come alive. I enjoy actually being able to convey my thoughts; something i find difficult to do if i verballly allow them out into the world. My best friends also enjoy writing. One actually wants to be a writer. She and i have this idea of writing with each other, like partners, we’re going to write about all the adventures we go on, we’re little kids at heart. I’m going to write a series of plays, while she is going to write a series of books, that i will illustrate for her. (they’re going to be children’s books.) We are going to call it Alepou and Kouneli; which are greek for fox and rabbit. She’s like a fox and I’m like a rabbit. I’ve already started my script, it’s looking good so far.(; I’m not sure if i want it to be just a one act or more. I guess i’ll past that bridge when i get to it.
Who are you, mystery boy of my dreams? When will we meet? Have we already met? Are you lurking in the shadows? Too afraid to confront me? Don’t be afraid, for I am just like you.
Sometimes I catch myself watching people, intently. I see them doing things that they probably wouldn’t be doing if they knew that they were being watched. I see them being thereselves; and it makes me cheerful. I love seeing people break out of their shells and enjoy being themselves. It is such a beautiful, butterfly like metamorphasis. My friends believe that they aren’t beautiful if they don’t do their hair, or wear make up. I happen to disagree with them. They are beautiful in their own way, I tell them that all the time. I hate when people down play themselves. People are so wonderful and wicked at the same time. It’s sad that they are so selfish and ugly on the inside. I can’t stand selfishness. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves.
Now, on another note, I have a writing project that I’m doing; it’s letting people get their stories out there. Letting people know that we are a fallen world and that we need to hear those that have a deaf ear turned to them. We need to learn how to listen to those around us. I really want people to know that they aren’t alone and that there are people out there who want to hear their stories.
I hope this is a joke. The New York Times Public Editor wonders aloud if their journalists should be reporting the truth.
Seriously?
Not to be forward, but this is how i feel Tigger.
