Remember me this way - I'm seventeen. I have black hair, a few split ends, and an affinity for the written word.

Remember me this way -- I'm seventeen. I'm in love and I'm lost. I'm looking for a million things, but I'm not sure what they are.

Remember me this way -- I'm seventeen. I wear too much makeup, and not enough ahirspray. My best friends are cats, hair products and black eyeliner.

Remember me this way -- I'm seventeen. I'm learning how to drive. I'm morally opposed to school functions, thoung underwear and American pop music.

Remember me this way -- I'm seventeen. I have dreams, goasl and aspriations. I have a plan; I have a path, ideas and values.

Remember me this way -- I'm seventeen. I'm sitting in writing class wwith my friends who will soon be going off into the world. I'm soon to follow.

Remember me this way -- I'm seventeen. I'm a girl. I'm a cat. I'm a caffeine addict. I have a quasi-voluptuous body and extremely tall shoes.

Remember me this way -- I'm seventeen. I've been the way I am for a long, long time, and I refuse to fake myself for the sanity of others.

Remember me this way --- I'm seventeen. I won't be seventeen forever. In fact, three months of my seventeenth year have been wasted; I plan on changing that soon.

I'm seventeen.

Remember me this way.

09/01/2002

Posted on 09/01/2002
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