It is so sad to me that we adults can remember sixteen and yet be so removed from it.

My daughter is 14 now but reading your words feel like invading her head.

All the thinks thought that a mother can understand in anyone but her own child. Because you are a whole person to me and she feels like part of myself.

I know she’s not part of me. But letting go of little her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. And I’ve done some difficult stuff.

If you don’t mind I think I will keep reading you. I know I’m just some other girl’s mother but somehow you’re easier to see..than she is for me.

You have been found by an incredible group of writers here. Let them see you. Let them be strong for you when things seem dismal.

I hope I made sense. Reading you made me pretty emotional and I don’t come across too well midst emotion.

Welcome.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.