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Nobody keeps their middle school friends for ever, you'll fail a math test once in your life, your teachers will assing you seast away from your firends and your parents will assing you to your room when you do illegal things, you're going to get drunk and say somenthing you'll regret. You're going to cry over boys who's names you won't remember in twenty years. You're going to call your friends names behind their back when they make you mad, and they are going to do the same to you. You're going to be on your own once in a  while, your opinions of people will change, once you get to know them. You're going to run from the police. You're going to hold someones hair back at one o'clock on a saturday morning. You're going to find one book that you actually read. People are going to make fun of the music you like, and other people are going to like it just the same. You're never going to finish all your homework. You're going to cry and maybe, just maybe, need a hug from your mom. You're going to bullshit every eassy you write and pray that you sound like you know what you're talking about. You're going to get lost in a neighborhood that you don't know and walk around till you find where you're going. You're going to sing sappy teenage ballads all alone in your room when no one else is home. You're going to dream of finally getting out of your town, and you're going to miss it when you leave. you're going to take pictures that you will blush at in five years. You're going to get whistled at, chated on, yelled at, ditched by your friends, played by boys, laughed at. You're going to fall in and out of love, and one day you might really figure out what that word means, you're never going to stop looking for yourself. You're a teenager, so stop trying so hard, expecting so much, crying so often. Walk with your head held high, quit talking shit about people, take a walk outside. Go to school and smile at everyone, and who knows, you might really make it through.