Its a strange thing age, it makes you feel bad about yourself, or it can make you feel really good about yourself. Me well I see age as a problem. I see it as a way of measuring how close you are to death. Maybe a way of judging wisdom or maybe its just a number.
It was my birthday today and its meant to be one of the biggies, you know 16, 18, 21. Yeah I'm now 21. aka old. It is a strange thing to feel old at such a young age but I do, I mean c'mon I have the wisdom of a 25 year old and the maturity of a twelve year old. But back to the matter at hand I hate birthdays, today for example I ended up cooking for the family, which isn't bad as I love cooking, but then to have the family turn it down after I'd cooked it and I didn't even get a happy birthday from my dad. He didn't even say hi. All I got from him was shut up and get off the floor!
To top off a generally shit day the best thing that happened was I got to stay in bed for an extra half hour. Whooo! If you didn't get the sarcasm then you don't know me very well.
Atleast I have anoth 365 days before I have to go throuhg it again, well thats a blessing. And I have the weekend to get out of hull and do whatever I want probably sleep rough.
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