Try to write an essay. Think about your past. Try to make connections between the person you are now and the person you were then, but the person you were then is lost inside the blind blank of your memory.
Read your diary. Try to find the part of your past that will serve the essay you're trying to write.
Get lost. Get cushy in the lostness of all the details behind the blind blank of your memory.
You're sixteen. You just got a haircut and a perm. You're bursting with the bigness of your life.
A direct quote, errors intact:
I'm getting my braces off, on Tuesday. Noni and Coco are here, but they're going to be going home to the Summit before Tuesday. Noni loves my hair. She says I look like a cross between Brooke Shields and Audry Hepburn. I wonder what Audry Hepburn looks like.