I very much like the age I am now, and I know I'll miss it! Although it can be said of all ages, I feel I've lived through some of the best moments as this age. Fifteen. My golden year, lucky number, pursuit of true friends, discovery of self, art and accomplishment, my sweet sixteen is only three days away, and I don't yet want to give up this identity, I can do so much as a child and an adult, I have a lot more living to do. To be a living thing I must age, and I don't care about appearance or death. This would be a good age to die at, not for anyone but me, and not yet no matter! I want to be this age forever, yet I am mature and immature enough to realize my potential, still I'll miss the memories. That's my intent for this: Save this mindset, I have but three days. I have to catch up on sick work and Sophie Browne, but this is for me. For the good of future me, and Quail, she deserves it too! I love them enough!
It started (unofficially) on a chilly November night la