I’m about to be a senior in high school. In fact, by the time this blog comes out, I will be starting my senior year.

I’m currently in a sticky situation with someone. Basically, I met someone, but we're not allowed to be together for complicated reasons.

According to Ms. Murphy, the school nurse at the Liberal Arts and Science Academy, I’m the clumsiest student at LASA. I would say that’s probably true. I’d say I go to the nurse at least once a month, if not more.

I’m 16 now. Which means I’ve officially been a teenager for three years. When I was younger I used to look up to teenagers. They seemed so cool and so old.

I recently realized that I’m a codependent person. I’m the type of person who can get really attached to a person I love, to the point where I want to be around them 24/7. I’ve always loved and cared about people, and I’ve always cherished my relationships with friends and family.

I never quite knew what grief felt like before. My grandma died when I was five, but I wasn’t old enough yet to understand. I’ve gone through breakups, but I’m a pretty resilient person, so I got over those pretty quickly.