Not to continue on being so constantly nostalgic, but recent events sent me back down into the internet pit of my high school and college journals (which still exist, all entries set to private of course). I was SUCH a teenager. Talking about running away from home, love, and snack foods. Here’s an example from the summer I was 17: 
Funny to see I’ve been a Billie Holliday fan my whole life. It’s a feeling I can’t really explain, reading these entries from this child as I sit at my kitchen table two decades later, sipping coffee, my husband texting me asking me to put the trash at the curb because he forgot. I wish I could tell her it all turns out fine. And miraculously, you and that boy you were on the phone with until 1:15am are still friends to this day. You just talked to him yesterday, in fact.
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