It’s 12.21 am here in India. And it’s the 8th of July. Any idea what that means? It’s my birthday, guys! I am finally 17 years old! 😀
Sooo… one more year to turn 18, then? An adult? Oh my god, an adult. I don’t even know how to feel about that, to be honest. Adulthood would give me the freedom that every teenager yearns for. But adulthood also means shouldering your own responsibilities without depending on anyone. And as appealing as independence is, it’s also quite overwhelming to think about…
But why am I worrying about that right now? I’m turning 17, and I should be happy, and I should focus on the present instead of worrying about the future. Aaaand I should also probably go to sleep. Because I’m blabbering to myself in a blog post. What is wrong with me?
Let me just stop eating your heads, eh? 😛
P.S. Oh my god, this is actually my birthday, and it is my birthday, so why am I so calm here? Like, shouldn’t I be squealing in excitement? Something is wrong with me…
Tralalalala, it’s my *high-pitched opera voice* birrrthdaaaay!
*every glass on the dining table cracks*
Ha! That’s more like it, don’t you think? 😉
Now I should really go to sleep. Before my mom finds out about those broken glasses….
Ta-ta, guys! Love you all! ❤
(And don’t forget my birthday! 😛 )