It's 2014 already?

You know, people don't give a shit about what I write. I realize that I am a 17-year-old nobody, and that my writing, as I've mentioned before, isn't even that great, but that doesn't mean I don't want a touch of praise here or there (even criticism would be welcome at this point). After all, people only crave attention, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I want some too from time to time. In a world of facebook and twitter and instagram we've been raised and cultivated to believe that we are pathetic nobodies unless we are publicly recognized for our abilities (or lack thereof). But you know what, I don't really care. Maybe I'll succeed, maybe I'll achieve my dreams, and maybe I won't. What does it matter to you? If you like me, that's terrific. If you don't, well then so what?

It's 2014. I am graduating in six months, and I am going to be at Princeton University in about eight. It's a new year and I am feeling hopeful.

Are you feeling hopeful?

Goodbye.
No, hello.
You've stayed a while
and now it's time to go.
you did well,
yes, bravo!
Oh, please,
wish me luck,
I think it's time to go.

To be quite honest, it has been a crazy year. I don't feel obliged to tell you why exactly, but perhaps you can infer from the couple other posts I've written. If not, well, you've always got your imagination. Of course it all has a lot to do with college and boys and school and just life, but the details shall for now remain locked in my head, and perhaps on the pages of my journal, if I decided to write any of it down.

One last thing, why must your eyes sparkle so? and why must your smile be so dazzling? Please stop being perfect...

Have a wonderful 2014, everyone! (ehhhh just me, I guess? But seriously, if there is anyone reading this please say something to me. I want to know if anyone reads my nonsense.)