I write in journals when I should be out with friends. I get in sparring rings and kick boys as a form of catharsis. Sometimes, I lose. I passed out after I read my black belt essay to my evaluation panel. I drink too much coffee. I have too many author pictures and quotations and vocabulary words on my bedroom walls. I get too excited about academic things. I fear vulnerability, but I believe. I walk home alone at night. My best friend lives across the street. I like vanilla and candles, especially when they go together. My family is my refuge. I had the read-the-dictionary-during-recess phase in third grade. I should be writing a newspaper article right now. I love the second person because it's a compromise. I'm growing up. I blast Taylor Swift ballads when I drive down the highway.