What am I?

I don't know anymore. Sometimes I'm a young woman, sometimes I'm just a chattery sixteen year old. I just don't know. You could say I'm torn between two worlds...I want to be accepted as a mature adult, but at the same time I want to enjoy being an irrisponsible teenage girl. It's hard being both. Very hard.

I wonder...I wonder...

No, I'm not going to right now. Wondering will hurt my brain. I don't have much time right now...

Eek. I should run. Have to get back to *joy!* class...

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Rosie.

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