Seventeen.
Thursday, September 27, 2012 @ 3:19 PM

I've only a year left until I reach legal age. I feel so naive yet so.. mature. There are so many things expected from me. You'd expect more freedom as you grow older but in reality, it's quite the contrary. With increase in years comes with the increase in limits. The amount of things that differentiate between things you should do and things you want to do expand, and it's almost too overwhelming to accept. From an unknown point in time, I lost the exuberance to consider my birthday as something that should be celebrated. To some, I'm "only" seventeen. To myself, I'm seventeen already. After a decade and almost a half, I've grown tired of the mediocre celebrations and the extraneous attention I get for being born. It's really nothing special, if you think about it. Today is not much more different than any other. I breathe the same air, I'm in the same location, I'm sitting here writing on my blog about my worthless thoughts just like every other day. Age is nothing more than a number, just because I've gained another year onto my age label doesn't mean I've grown out of my inept mindset. Presents? The only thing I could wish for is someone to mold this shapeless day into something enjoyable. Someone that appreciates my day of birth to the point where it convinces me that it's actually significant. No one special to celebrate it with, every "happy birthday" wish feels the same to me.