Someone was right when they said that this is the least exciting birthday of your life.
Not that any birthday is every really significant, but this one just feels empty. You've just had such a big one with turning 18 and now the day rolls around and it means nothing. I can already vote and I'm too old for goodie bags. Happy Birthday Me from all the friends on the inside.
This blog feels a little neglected not being written in for so long, but I've already started getting tired. Not tonight sweetie, stop kissing on my neck.
"This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath"
Regina Spektor, On The Radio
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