Since I've turned sixteen four summers ago, I've never been a big fan of birthdays anymore. Instead of thinking about presents and shiny new stuff, I just spend days thinking 'bout I'm again a year older and that it seams like I'm standing still. My parents were married at my age, not with eachother but hey! And shit, another shitty detail, I can't call myself a teenager anymore, if I call myself a kid now I'll just be like those guys from Blink 182, creepy tweeners that won't grow up. So again on paper I'm a year older, and I'm ready for another year, even though the enthusiasm is lacking. But in my world, which is my head, I'm young and indestructible. Enough time left to make it... But still better hurry, no?
vrijdag 30 oktober 2009
Bday
Since I've turned sixteen four summers ago, I've never been a big fan of birthdays anymore. Instead of thinking about presents and shiny new stuff, I just spend days thinking 'bout I'm again a year older and that it seams like I'm standing still. My parents were married at my age, not with eachother but hey! And shit, another shitty detail, I can't call myself a teenager anymore, if I call myself a kid now I'll just be like those guys from Blink 182, creepy tweeners that won't grow up. So again on paper I'm a year older, and I'm ready for another year, even though the enthusiasm is lacking. But in my world, which is my head, I'm young and indestructible. Enough time left to make it... But still better hurry, no?
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