seventeen.

so all day on my birthday i kept wanting to call pj.
but you know, its weird to call someone and be like
hey, yeah, today's my birthday.

so i didnt.

he didnt call me either.
at 10:27pm, i got a text from him,
he said happy birthday, and he cant believe im 17

michelle called him. ugh.
i know she did, i wish she hadnt.


at the kissing tree before I learned my guns
we were seventeen, seventeen years young
i am still running, i am still running


i got this cup for my protein shakes...
but, it makes them all frothy. and weird.
and i dont if i like it.


in retrospect, i had a good birthday...
i just, didnt enjoy it in the moment.
and now its too late.


seventeen, livin on crazy dreams
rock and roll and faded blue jeans
and standing on the edge of everything
seventeen


seventeen, like the magazine.


im going to buy a mac. i have enough money...
but im scared. big purchases scare me.


and i post lyrics with my age
so i can relate. and feel understood.


she's not a drama queen,
she doesn't want to feel this way,
only seventeen but tired


ppeace.