Confession

I can't promise anything. Look at the way I've treated this blog. It's my last day of relative innocence - before to me every tire swing looks like a way to mess up my hair, every water park a need for cute swimwear. Teenage years are upon me and I can't promise that I'm going to be responsible. All I can promise is that when I become an adult in five years, I'll own a pair of high heels. What's that for a future, expectations you either crush under your feet or accelerate until someone's planning your campaign for president and/or Miss America? Narcissistic country of mine, congratulations - I've fallen into your trap.