Tess Redux

What do I have? I have lived 17 years and 32 weeks and 2 days, I know I have loved one male human and I believe I loved one other, I have sex, I have only kissed one person with tongue, I have questioned my sexuality, I have been incapacitated by depression, I have experienced complete bliss and its opposite, I have a familiar acquaintance with marijuana, I have handled alcohol irresponsibly with humiliating consequences - but on no more separate occasions than I can count on my fingers, I have smoked cigarettes, I have taken salvia and ecstasy and psychedelic mushrooms once each, I have made art, I have mostly matured since my last birthday, I have only lived in one house, I have temporarily left college after one semester, I have prematurely completed compulsory education, I have trouble following my own advice, I have sang and spoken and slammed poetry into a microphone, I have been fat and ugly, I have a spectacular collection of scars, I have hurt myself accidentally and purposefully, I have been to Spain and France and England and Japan and Mexico, I have juggled others' affection, I have two moles on my left and right thighs that are nearly symmetrical, I have painted my nails, I have ruined shirts with sweat, I have bitten other people, I have circled the continuum of laughing and crying, I have peed in my pants and peed outside and peed in my pants outside, I have walked and ran and skipped and jumped and hiked and biked and scootered and swam and rollerskated and kayaked and ridden horseback and used a wheelchair and driven and ridden the bus and train and subway and monorail and flown in a plane and parasailed, I have shoplifted, I have had surgery, I have been professionally pierced eight times for reasons I don't understand, I have dyed parts of my hair pink and purple and blue and teal, I have been an excellent friend and a negligent friend, I have significantly influenced my younger brother, I have a tendency to use pretentious language, I have generally behaved as a vegetarian for more than four years, I have created fiction, I have only had the potential to become a fully formed person since my freshman year of high school, I have been to public school and private school, I have vowed to say what I mean and mean what I say, I have spent countless hours of my life crocheting, I have accidentally seen the Mars Volta live three times, I have obsessive compulsions, I have eaten my boogers, I have been well suited to my committed romantic relationship, I have habitually broken the law to have more fun than was otherwise available, I have forgotten the password to my old blog, I have a detached and hazy memory of my past, and a fickle perception of reality, and hardly any understanding of my future.