seventeen

my life has come to an end i fear.


seventeen yrs of my life and i believe i haven't done anything productive.


so i'm a college student whatever. get over it; most students attempt to pursue higher education.

i'm somewhat trilingual i haven't even attempted to become cultural with the french language.

and my aspirations for the future include me and my sign language skills (i yet have to learn, i must add) in a court room. So what is a girl like me supposed to do with the age old question of what is there to life?


And yesterday i had the most peaceful talk with someone from the military. An old acquaintance really, it wasn't awkward as i first imagined. i discovered that i am really a people person. I feel like the world is so small yet i myself have not tried to pursue my dreams and aspirations of visiting each place possible.


now that the big one-oh is just around the corner i wonder what lies ahead. what life awaits for me. am i gonna be the type of person who takes control of her life or who lets each day live without a care in the world?

i really imagine myself being a hippie. a nude hippie. taking off my clothes and running with the birds and the bees.

oh and the birds and the bees.



i cant stop thinking about breakfast at tiffany's and how that fictious world is nothing like mine because

1. i don't have money
2. i don't smoke
   

yet i think money has not significance in my small world of mine.
i think everyone around me is parting their goodbyes.

everyone growing up.

i really do want to run away.
run and never stop.
to those endless summer days,
where rollerblading was magical
and summer romances last a week.


i really do hate when i ponder about such nonsense
i can talk about anything as if i was under the influence of an illegal drug.

and the boy that mesmerizes my every sense
and the best frennn who i can count on

oh the wonder yrs!