Birthday to me, birthday to me.
I feel so odd. In less than two hours, I'm going to be thirteen. I can't figure out if that's good or bad.
I don't know. I guess it could be good, since now I'll be able to do a lot more things that I can't do when I'm twelve, one of the main things being that I can watch more PG-13 movies. I've been able to watch a few ever since my brother turned thirteen (That was two years ago) because my parents didn't want me to be left out of watching a movie the rest of them were watching, but other than that, my parents have been rather strict.
I don't want to be thirteen because... Well, because then I won't be a kid anymore. I love being twelve. I'm still considered a child, and I can still have an excuse to act immature whenever I want to. I can jump up and down, scream at the top of my lungs, and be as hyper as I want when I'm twelve, because I'm still considered a kid (As opposed to a teenager) and kids are allowed to do that.
My party won't be tomorrow. My party is going to consist of my best friend, Ray, and I going to the mall, shopping until we're completely broke, then coming home and staying up late to watch movies and stuff. Maybe at three in the morning we'll go to bed.
But since Ray and her family are on vacation this weekend (I'm taking care of their dog) I can't even see her on my birthday. We'll probably have the party on Monday or something, but I still wish I could at least see her on the day I was born, instead of a day after.
There's lots of other reasons that I don't want my birhtday to come, but I'd prefer not to discuss them. I don't even want to think about them.
It's not going to be a happy birthday. In fact, it's probably going to be a very sad birthday, because I'm crying right now. I don't want to have a birthday. I want my birthday to go away.
I don't know. I guess it could be good, since now I'll be able to do a lot more things that I can't do when I'm twelve, one of the main things being that I can watch more PG-13 movies. I've been able to watch a few ever since my brother turned thirteen (That was two years ago) because my parents didn't want me to be left out of watching a movie the rest of them were watching, but other than that, my parents have been rather strict.
I don't want to be thirteen because... Well, because then I won't be a kid anymore. I love being twelve. I'm still considered a child, and I can still have an excuse to act immature whenever I want to. I can jump up and down, scream at the top of my lungs, and be as hyper as I want when I'm twelve, because I'm still considered a kid (As opposed to a teenager) and kids are allowed to do that.
My party won't be tomorrow. My party is going to consist of my best friend, Ray, and I going to the mall, shopping until we're completely broke, then coming home and staying up late to watch movies and stuff. Maybe at three in the morning we'll go to bed.
But since Ray and her family are on vacation this weekend (I'm taking care of their dog) I can't even see her on my birthday. We'll probably have the party on Monday or something, but I still wish I could at least see her on the day I was born, instead of a day after.
There's lots of other reasons that I don't want my birhtday to come, but I'd prefer not to discuss them. I don't even want to think about them.
It's not going to be a happy birthday. In fact, it's probably going to be a very sad birthday, because I'm crying right now. I don't want to have a birthday. I want my birthday to go away.