My right hand is technically frozen, and I swear, I haven’t opened any of my windows all day long, Fatma!
Hopefully, by the time that I am almost 18, I’ll have come in full shape with my writing, and the reflective expression it proclaims. Well, at least I’ll be somewhere in college, and it wouldn’t matter a bit, how far I’m in with my skills.
I feel like I need to have something in store for the rest of the year, to make being sixteen worthwhile or memorable, though, I am confident that it’ll come naturally. I’m most definitely talking nonsense.
This is one of my I-am-going-to-bed entries, that hold unintentional Kafkaesque promise and original genius in bloom.
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