I don't want to get old.
I envy Peter Pan.
Eighteen sounds so much uglier than seventeen or sixteen. Even fifteen. EVEN FOURTEEN.
I don't know.
I totally even forgot it was my birthday this morning.
Which is weird, since I'm usually counting down the days for a couple of months.
Then I count the hours.
Gerascophobia- Fear of growing old
I just googled that.
Uheeehhhh someone help me.
I missed my bus this morning, because I had a panic attack on my front lawn when I walked through a spider web.
Arachnaphobia. Didn't need to google THAT.
Today was pretty normal. Except my phone kept vibrating from all the text messages, and I had like 50 million notifications on facebook. I've got awesome friends. That made me feel loved.
Loved, but old.
The day before my birthday, I listed to Metro Station - Seventeen Forever forty times. I'm serious. It was the funeral song for the end of my legal childhood.
I sound like an idiot.
But my birthdays make me feel depressed, a little bit. Usually I'd have my friends around to distract me. But I'm in a new school, and I haven't made very close friends yet.
Presents and cupcakes. That's what else I need.
2 comments:
YOU ARE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO weird.and funny=B =D =I =P =O => =*
hey, don't be sad. always look at teh bride side of it! you can now, do more of all sorts of crazy stuff which you so love to do, but most importantly it's the beginning of a very frightening path for independence! meaning that your dad should not let you stay HOME because you are too small to go to London! (hmpf! honnestly.) anyways, just don't be sad! Life is a very good reason to smile!
Enjoy!
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