I'm 18 and I can't wait to be 21. I enjoy my admissions without using a fake identity and I'm glad I no longer have to feel embarrassed when getting caught being underage. And I like the fact that I can drive very very very soon. But the age limit for the places I want to go and things I want to do right now are no longer 18, but 21. Sometimes under certain circumstances, some people are forced to grow up earlier than certain others. It's not so much of a bad thing entirely, and I take it as a compliment when they say they're impressed with my maturity. But at times, very much so, I hope I'm like all the other kids of my age - doing only what they have to do, not thinking and planning so much, with such minimal responsibilities. Just being happy go lucky with a fuck care attitude or mindset. I wish I could comfort myself the way people my age do. I wish everything is taken care of for me. After all, youth and childhood don't last very long and we should enjoy it while we still can, isn't it?
I've made a long way here and you can never imagine how hard I'm still trying. It's exhausting and mind-boggling, but every single sweat of it is utterly worthwhile. Sometimes it amazes me how much strength a person can gather with faith and will.
Went to Eddie's birthday party, but missed going to the club with them. I wished I snapped some pictures, or at least the photo jigsaw we gave. It's so nice to see so many faces I haven't see in a long while. Honestly, the times we had together were irreplaceably fun.
