To be honest, being at the end of my teenage in curfew sucks. 

"A lot of people tell me I'm a bit dreamy. But I like the idea of that. Of being somewhere else."

The Moments which became a memory. The highschool, the first love, the so called "Crush". Days of being senior at the HS. The days we miss as adults, thought of  returning to teenage life.

"Because this is my first life".