I turned eighteen a few days ago, and it got me thinking. I know that this birthday was supposed to be extremely significant, and mean that I was finally considered to be all grown up. But it doesn't feel that way. I'm still the same me. I look the same, I'm wearing the same clothes, I go to the same college, and my daily activities remain unchanged.
Though what I do will change over the years, I doubt it'll have much effect on who I am as a person.
Maybe I will always be young at heart. Maybe I will always have dreams too big for me. Maybe I will always be a little stubborn. Maybe I will always have the same feelings I have today. Maybe I will be 18 till I die.
Though what I do will change over the years, I doubt it'll have much effect on who I am as a person.
Maybe I will always be young at heart. Maybe I will always have dreams too big for me. Maybe I will always be a little stubborn. Maybe I will always have the same feelings I have today. Maybe I will be 18 till I die.
