I'm eighteen today. Or yesterday, don't know if I'll right this in time.
What a shitty one, this one was. Is that part of the change?
A metaphor for life itself? "You're no kid anymore, it'll be plain and boring, like the rest of your live." Um
It's midnight, not my birthday anymore. I'm just another eighteen year old, now. I'm just another kid- teenager- I mean, young adult? Am I really?
Are we all?
Or are just another step further, inside this black hole that slowly consumes our soul?
Are we getting closer to death, to deshumanization? I mean, we are, it's no question really.. Or rather be one, but rethorical, I guess.
Eighteen years old. Jesus, I made it this far, I feel old.
I am old. *has mid-mid life crisis*
I miss being seventeen.
