So,
My birthday is officially in 2 days. It's the big 19. Yeah... but as usual, or at least for the past 3 years or so, I have not been excited at all. Maybe once you hit 17 the birthdays are just not fun anymore, or something. I don't know, but it sucks to think that you can't really jump into a box of wrapping paper and throw a bow on your head. Those were, thee days, definitely. In fact, this year is probably one of the most unplanned, unrehearsed, unknowing years of my life. I have no idea what I'm going to do... I'm going to take life day by day, not because I want to, but because I have to. I mean, that is pretty scary. To think that some people live every day of their life like that. Scary.