nobody keeps their middle
school friends forever. you'll fail a math test once in your
life. your teachers will assign you seats away from your friends
and your parents will assign you to your room when you do illegal
things, you're going to get drunk and say something
you'll regret. you're going to cry over boys who's
names you won't remember in twenty years. you're going to
call your friends names behind their back when they make you mad,
and they're going to do the same to you. you're going to
be on your own once and a while. your opinions of people will
change, once you get to know them. you're going to run from
the police. you're going to hold someones hair back at one
o'clock on a staurday morning. you're going to find one
book in english class they you actually read. people are going to
make fun of the music you like, and other people are going to
like it just the same. you're never going to finish all your
homework. you're going to cry and maybe, just maybe, need a
hug from your mom. you're going to bs every essay you write
and pray that you sound like you know what you're talking
about. you're going to get lost in a neighborhood that you
don't know and walk around till you find where you're
going. you're going to sing sappy teenage ballads all alone
in your room when no one else is home. you're going to dream
of finally getting out of your town, and you're going to miss
it when you leave. you're going to take pictures that you
will blush at in five years. you're going to get whistled at,
cheated on, yelled at, ditched by your friends, played by boys,
laughed at. you're going to fall in a out of love, and one
day you might really figure out what that word means. you're
never going to stop looking for yourself. you are a teenager, so
stop trying so hard, expecting so much, crying so often. walk
with your head held high. quit talking (poop) about people. take
a wlak outside. go to schoo and smile at everyone, and who knows.
you might really make it through.
