Yes,I am 19.Finally.And nothing much has changed except for the million phone calls I have answered since waking up and talking to the billion relatives I haven’t talked to in a year.
Yup.That’s pretty much it.*Nods with a thoughtful expression* AND YES!TELLING MY NON-EXISTENT PLANS FOR THE DAY,OFCOURSE. How could I forget?!
Now since I don’t like birthdays much,I don’t like the birthday plans much,either.But the rents!They have to have plans,however much you don’t want them to.*grumbles*
Well Whatevs.I just wanted to vent about being 19 and how “different” and “fun” it seems to be.*sighs*
Thanks for not hitting me on the head.You people sure have loads of patience, I must say.
Thank you!! ♥
Oopsie!Gotta go.Another one of those million calls from those billion relatives…
Questioning the sanity Of her own devices, Willing to explore The unknown crevices, The scary possibilities Aren’t scary,no more, The terrifying reality Doesn’t terrify,anymore. Taking chances Making advances Smile in a while At everyone in a mile; Happiness explodes, Smelling sweet like a rose. Spreading it all around Without making the unwanted sound.
In a few hours, my life is gonna take another turn.Expected,yet unwanted.A turn I have never appreciated in the last 18 years.And one I don’t think I ever would.It’s inevitable, yet dreaded.I have no particular reason why I don’t want this.No reason.Period.
It’s something everybody is excited about,at some point of time or the other.It signifies another long year spent.It signifies another 52 weeks’ worth of memories collected.It signifies another 364 days gained.It signifies growth.It signifies stuff I have no care about.It is significant.I can see the significance, don’t get me wrong.I just don’t care for it,I guess. I don’t like birthdays.I don’t like the idea of growing up.I don’t like the thought of getting close to the time when I would be totally on my own.
I don’t like my birthday.
I just don’t.But as I said,inevitable.*sighs*
So,yes,I am gonna be 19.I am gonna be another year older.I am gonna grow up.*cynic face*
The unruly hair The messed up face The cracked voice The broken nails The soiled blouse The torn pants The welting bruise The dirty hands The sweet smile The dark skin The twinkling eyes The shy trim The pretty girl The gorgeous ways The wonderful mind The golden rays…
Because they are love.♥ My parents,I mean.They are awesome people,who are the awesomest parents ever.💋 They love me,they guide me,they teach me,they scold me.:P I guess,all of these is required to mould a child into a wonderful human being.Not that I am saying I am wonderful or anything.:P But they sure are.:D