Birthdays become less significant the older you get, it seems. Once you’re past the age of 21 people stop caring. Sure, you have your big birthdays like 30, 40, 50 etc., but in between those birthdays are just a normal day where people pay slightly more attention to you and occasionally you receive gifts. I
I turned 21 on Sunday and wanted to do something to celebrate, so…I set up a new blog. Why? So I can manage my content easier and rediscover my love for blogging.
Over the last couple of weeks I have had people apologising to me because they couldn’t be with me on my birthday, or because they didn’t know what to get me for my birthday. This is absolutely NO problem to me, I don’t expect much. In fact I don’t expect presents from people at all.
Tomorrow I will turn 19 years old Adult in appearance, child still at heart Out in the world with out a hand to hold Quite like a lone piece of art unsold A place to stay, but seemingly lost Adventures will come, but with a large cost Hope in my heart and a life yet
My whole life has led up to this The biggest disappointment since my very first kiss It’s not that I’m ungrateful Really, I’m not I can’t stop that what is fateful A day to remember, so everyone thought Another whole year the world has brought Surviving this long was difficult It’s hard to keep the