"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will." My name is Brooklyn, and I am a biracial, bisexual, seventeen year old writer and full-time dork. I enjoy short walks to the fridge and lots of sleep.
Imagine this: It's Saturday night. A teenage girl has money to blow, friends to hang out with, and a night without her parents. What does she do? In some circles, she might throw a party. In others, she might subtly point out to her significant other that the house will be empty tonight. In a select few, she might simply be scrolling through Tumblr and listening to Pandora as she avoids her homework like the plague.
I do not have a monopoly on suffering. But at seventeen, I've seen my fair share of it. However, this is no sob story, nor is it my entire story. Instead, this is just another chapter of my life---unfortunately, a rather mournful (but life-lesson ridden) chapter.