It’s been a year since I started telling you everything about my life on a weekly basis for this here magazine for teen girls. Crazy! That year just so happened to be my last as a teenager, and just like my PERISHING YOUTH, this column has an expiration date. It’s time for me to graduate from the Teen Girl Diary Zone and get old already.
Every week, I hoped to make a place where you could live vicariously through me as shit got real! I finally got to live out my childhood dreams, such as living in a music venue, wreaking havoc in Los Angeles, throwing shows in my backyard, and actually enjoying school. I won my dream apartment and crushed on a dude or two and realized that, since I live with my friends and my friends are always over, my life is actually a constant slumber party. Cross those off the list.
It did get real real, though, when things like theft and violence and money concerns started pushing through the security blanket of being young and protected from such worries. But it’s OK, because this harshness is inevitable–it’s part of the contract for becoming an adult. Good times are optional, and it’s on us to find them. I try really, really hard to seek out what I want in life–you know, sunshine, dogs, rock & roll, cool places–and I never stop. And this year, the universe noticed. The good times I’m having are REALLY GOOD TIMES. Even though my last teen year was fickle and erratic, it was certainly more rewarding than the adolescent doldrums of years past. I can end this thing by saying that some good + some bad > forever bleh.
Thank you for being cool and nonjudgmental enough for me to put sometimes intense, sometimes embarrassing, sometimes stupid stuff here. And thank you for being the audience for my first year of thinking, “This is my life and, finally, it’s working.” It wouldn’t have been as special without anyone listening. <3 ♦