Seventeen.

"Even if I could hear what you said I doubt your interest would be over here"

My bedroom/ life has become an infestation of stress bugs, glitter specks, tear ridden journal pages, pens with dried ink and photos of memories all pushed into a week of teenage life.
5th of August 2009. The day I turned into a seventeen year old.
It was a good day. I got well wishes, presents, food, hugs and my only one wish came true. Ironically.
7th of August 2009. The day full of apologies and coincidences.
It was a good day. Like something was lifted off my shoulders. But somehow I knew it would only complicate things more. It was weird.
8th of August 2009. The stereotypical teenage rebel life. My 17th birthday party.
Rented a house. Put glow sticks all over the floor. Turned on the fairylights, turned off the house lights. Drunk kids and loud thumping bass. Got kicked out of the house. Slept over @ Dorafas. Did all of this without parents finding out.

I love life.

TEE in a few months. Maybe I should preserve my love for the next few months.