my name is samantha. i’m sixteen years young. i’m an artist, an optimist and a fighter. i like it here. california is where i belong. but i still dream of a paradise somewhere. maybe it’s here and i just haven’t discovered it yet. my friends are my life. without them, i would be in the ground somewhere in san francisco. i love the view behind the lens of my camera. it makes me feel detached from the world. i’m an observer from here. i like to pretend that nobody can see me. 

throughout this past year, i’ve found who i really am. i’ve found my happiness in the things and the people i love. fifteen was the best year of my life so far. i experienced so many new things and have absolutely no regrets. i felt what it’s like to be in love. and what it’s like to have my heart broken. i made new friends. and cherished old friends. i dug up a killer confidence. and an even more killer strength. i haven’t quite broken in sixteen yet. i’m not really sure what to expect. hopefully sixteen will treat me as nicely as fifteen did. if not better.

i like to think i’m still fairly naive. although some of my friends will argue otherwise, i think the general population believes so too. everyone is scared of growing up, but i think that i want nothing more than to be on my own. turning eighteen means freedom from high school, freedom from my past and freedom from my father.

don’t be afraid to talk to me. i like to just talk. i think it’s my favorite thing to do with anyone. i could honestly just lay and talk to someone for a whole day and never get bored or wish i were somewhere else.

xx