Confessions of a 17-Year-Old: Things I'm Ashamed to Share
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Chapter 1: A Glimpse into My Mind
This reflection stems from an article I came across recently, written by a young woman who shared her admissions at the age of 24. As a 17-year-old, I feel compelled to express my own thoughts during this tumultuous time in my life.
Lately, I've been experiencing a sense of lethargy and a departure from my usual upbeat demeanor, which is likely to influence my writing tone (I apologize in advance). This has become an emotional outlet for me.
Complacency: The Weight of Achievements
Recently, I accomplished a significant personal goal, yet I find myself feeling as though I might be underappreciating it. I thrive on growth and advancement, but I’m uncertain if my current stagnation is the source of my discontent. Conversely, there’s a part of me that craves a pause to simply absorb my experiences.
My Disorderly Space
My room’s disarray is a direct reflection of my current mental state. I’ve always been somewhat messy, but things have spiraled out of control. Once, I was quite organized and methodical, but now clothes are strewn everywhere, snack wrappers clutter my desk, and it’s clear that my space is in dire need of a tidy-up.
Library Fines and Forgotten Books
Due to my inability to return the numerous books I’ve borrowed on time, my library account has been barred. It’s not a major issue, but it does bring a smile to my face thinking about it.
The Glasses Dilemma
I’ve been hesitant to wear my glasses again. I worry they’ll make me appear nerdy, yet I genuinely need them. It’s becoming increasingly frustrating not to see friends waving at me from across the street. My squinting has been misinterpreted as rudeness, which saddens me. I’ve also been playfully dubbed a “granny” more than once. I think of myself as an old soul trapped in the body of a teenager.
And then there's my hair—having bleached my dark brown eyebrows, they now have an odd ginger hue. With college starting tomorrow and my hormones in a tizzy, these are the minor challenges in my little world. I am incredibly grateful for them, as they help me gain perspective through the act of writing.