unprecedented: but maybe just because I never kissed a boy in junior high.

and

unforgiving: thanks to all the kids who made me feel like an idiot for not swearing.

and

remarkable.

I wore pink dresses to school but I spent more fourth periods at Snowbird than at a desk third term. I saw my friends break, I saw them drowning in their own beds and suffocating in another's. I fell in casual love and sunday love and hold-hands-while-driving love, but I'm still terrified of grown-up love. I never believed in anything I was supposed to do, but I got a 4.0.  Once my mom was so angry with me she threw my phone and broke it, and half of you refuse to believe that, but I wasn't even scared because I feel like a lawyer when I fight with her. And I love her.  I drove the same people home day after day, but I took a road trip to dance with a boy whose last name I barely knew. I didn't pay bills but I worked three jobs and (real talk) I never really hated slow songs all that much.  I went to nearly every baseball game and I never once got sick of the canyon and I wish I treated curfew as more of a suggestion but to be honest I would never get away with sneaking out.  I loved jeeps and tsunami snocones and volleyball at burgess and hiking and mission call openings but I can't stand farewells.  

And to be perfectly honest,

I have too many people to miss.

And I don't really want to graduate,

I just am done with due dates.

And thank you Paris,

you were more than I deserved.