I don't know if sixteen is a stupid age,
or if it's just me.
I seem to be wading through stupidity.
Because I have so many better things to worry about,
so much to stress,
and all I can think about
is one little dress.
My life seems to hinge
on this outfit and shoes
that I might wear, like, once -
and never again use.
I feel like such a dreamer,
such a child,
such a GIRL!
God help me, I am.
Might as well twirl.
