Confession

Shut up and listen.

No, wait! I’m sorry. That’s how grown-ups talk, though, right? Well, whatever. I’m sorry. That’s not how I meant it. Let me start over.

There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. Well, I sort of have been meaning to tell you. It’s just that I wasn’t totally sure that I did, but then I thought I did, but then I kinda didn’t.

Ok. Here goes…I’m much older than I am!

I mean, well, that I’m, like, ten years old on the outside. I still have the same dark brown curls with flecks of auburn and my toddler-chubby wrists and everything.

But really — I mean if you really want to know — I think I’m maybe twenty-five on the inside.

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