“I sleep in the dark now. It’s funny to think I ever slept in a fully lit room. I’m writing this in the dark too. I don’t think ET is gonna climb up inside or a turkey will fly in my window anymore. Now I worry about prom dresses, boys, and why my eyes hurt. I think I am growing, having adult worries like death and social justice and meeting people’s standards. But I’ve always worried about those things.
Do people change, or am I the same as I’ve always been?”
-a diary entry I found from exactly 20 days ago