Diary of An Adolescent

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Dear Friend,

I had a dream, a dream when all of us were old enough to go into a bar and would swoon over each guy that came across us. I lived in an apartment the last floor in New York. It's 7:43 I look out the window admiring the little ants running thorough every street, door, and car. Believing as if that's how I would be in the next 10 years as a 30 year old. I dress up for the day as a head to a local café where you and us were there, we were all grown up each in collage living our life intel we await the day we would talk about how we sat at that café and talked about what we would do tomorrow. You wouldn't believe if I said that dream was terrifying, it wasn't claimed as a bad dream till I would stand at the window over New York. The rain dripping from my cheeks as I press a glass of aged grapes to my mouth, and ask myself what the meaning of life was. Running around Manhattan like a crazy woman who just got dumped by her boyfriend, crying over that one episode where the character dies. That is when I was eased from relief, because of that dream, I feel as if my worried have been disappeared.

Sincerely,

Your friend.