"All grown up"

Aug 06, 2007 23:03

Today is my eighteenth birthday. I’m not very excited about it, to be honest. I liked being seventeen. Seventeen was an age that suited me: hovering on the edge, old enough to join in with the adults but young enough to avoid the responsibility, almost grown up but not quite there, in transit between child and adulthood.

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builtofsorrow August 8 2007, 14:29:03 UTC
I never know quite what to say in situations such as these, but if it's any comfort at all... other than the whole 'it's easier to get a job' thing, you've still got several years before you've got to be truly grown-up, I promise. Not to mention that even if that weren't true, you're better at life than you know, and you're going to be a kickass 18-year-old. (If that's not any comfort, then ignore that, or something. :\)

-hugs you tightly-

I miss you. And I wish I could be there with you right now so we could go through this together. (10 days.) ♥&infin

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