I have some kind of love and hate feeling about turning eighteen. It makes me both exited and terrified to think about it. I imagine being eighteen is so much different from being seventeen, but it probably won't be that different, or at least that is what I try to convince myself.
One month left. One month left of being count as a child. But as I see it I won't ever really grow up.
I will always be that childish quirky person.
In some way I will stay the same.
I really hope you'll never use your quirkyness, it's always able to cheer me up! :) <3
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