Sixteen does not taste so sweet

A letter to my short black haired friend: You were the reason I cried on my sixteenth birthday. No, it wasn't because I felt betrayed by Esther for posting the video of us making out on her snapchat, no it wasn't because I was scared everyone was going to see it, it was because of your reaction to it. I had never felt so disgusted in myself before until you saw the video and told me how you wouldn't be able to sleep at night because of it. Sixteen does not taste so sweet.