#33
What should I do with my last few minutes of being eighteen years old? I’ve just been kind of sitting around watching the minutes pass. I love being a teenager and I don’t think I can handle even the thought of being an adult. I know it’s all a matter of how you think and being an adult is more of a state of mind than a definitive age, but with the direction I’m taking with my life, I don’t ever want someone to say “you’re too old to be doing that, I think it’s about time you settle down and get a real job” before I get to make something of my dreams. I think that’d be the most heartbreaking thing.
It’s funny, you look forward to your birthday as a kid because your friends and family throw you a party and you get gifts and it’s just your special day dedicated to you, but as you get older, it just doesn’t even matter anymore. You’re just another year older and with age comes more responsibility. I feel like Atlas, holding up the world on my shoulders, and with every year another planet gets thrown onto the mess and my knees are buckling at the weight. Terrifying.
I was actually kind of excited about my nineteenth birthday, but I don’t really know. We’ll see how tomorrow goes, but I’m just happy I have my family and friends and my music. That’s all I really need for now.
