Dear World

My name is Jennie Rae Urban. I am seventeen years old.

I did not go to prom on Friday, because I believe in avoiding drama and heartbreak at all costs. Maybe this is part of my problem.

I call myself a writer, but in point of fact, half the time I have no idea what to say and I hate it once I've written it.

At this moment, I am incredibly jealous of a friend of a friend whom I have never met, because she wore a bright orange dress to prom, and I saw pictures even though I didn't go.

I dream of a better tomorrow - where chickens can cross the street without their motives being questioned, and where my best school friend can find a girlfriend who won't break her heart every other week.

I'm pretty much all alone, but I'm okay with that now.

If I had my license, I might just get in my car and drive away - I wouldn't really care if I missed university or graduating from high school or anything.

If I died tonight, I would die a happy girl. Even if people can be unhappy and confused, and make me unhappy and confused, I would still be happy with my life.

Given the chance, I would not go back to how things used to be. I'm a bit of a fan of who I am compared with who I used to be, and I think that one the greatest things a girl can learn is just to move on and embrace the life she's been given.

I am straight, but I have had lots of girlfriends in the past. I'm pretty sure I broke up with all of them...

And you know what, world? There's nothing you can throw at me that will make me any less me. Because underneath all the masks and the all the layers, I am still the same "thinking thing" that I was at birth. I am, gloriously, me.

DFTBA,
Jennie Rae Urban.