seventeen

ORIGINALLY POSTED December 22, 2022

today i've been thinking about how good i was at being seventeen.

i learned the joy of lying in bed and eating an entire pint of chocolate ice cream. i learned that seventeen year old boys liked seventeen year old girls so i had sex for the first time and dyed my hair black in my boyfriend's bathtub even though i knew his mom would be mad. i learned the freedom of driving a car at night. i learned how to be mean. when i was seventeen i learned how to order food at a restaurant without my parents being there. when i was seventeen i was a cashier at target on black friday and i still remember sitting in the break room and looking out the window and feeling different about myself. 

when i was seventeen my dad sold our above ground pool and even though i didn't swim in it for a few years, before he sold it i took a blurry picture of it being driven away by a pickup truck from my bedroom window. 

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