18

One week from now I will be 18. That means by this world's standards I am techincally and adult. I can buy lottery tickets(wooh), cigarettes(oh yay), and vote(what a thrill). So many exciting things huh? I wonder how my parents feel. They always say their little baby is growing up (oh brother)...but seriously. That must make a parent proud but also sad to see their child whom has always been under their care, become an adult who is going to eventually depart from them and start a life of their own, without their parents always being there to watch out for them and provide for them. Especially since I am the oldest, this is their first time to experience this. I don't feel like I should be 18. It seems to have come too soon, too fast. 18 years of my life are gone, just like that. I don't feel that grown up to be 18. It seems like a huge age the comes with more responsibility. I'm going to be 18. I'm not a little kid anymore, but yet I still feel that way sometimes. I am tired, really tired. It's been, well...a long year. I hope that year 19 in my life will be better, better than year 18. That's all I have to say.

Until next time...