Turned sixteen last sunday. On Mother's Day, again. That happens every couple of years, and Im almost always within a day or two of it. I've only been sixteen three days, and I already know this year is going to suck. Don't ask me for a rational explanation, but it is. I loved fifteen. I'd wanted to be fifteen sense I was ten, because Lashana was fifteen when she found her kind in The Elvenbane, by Mercedes Lackey and Andre Norton. I apsolutely adore that book and series. My last week or two I had a feeling of forboding, because I think somewhere in the back of my mind, fifteen became the magic year when magic things would happen. Obviously, elves didn't come take me under the hill, I didn't develop mystic powers, and i haven't been sucked into any books, much less a Lackey, so yeah, my time is up. It feels like I wasted fifteen, that I could have done something with that year, but now its gone. And also, I spent so much time concentrating on it, I never thought of sixteen. Its kind of a let down. What do I do now? Get a job, and learn to drive, I suppose. But its still kind of a let down. I dunno. so yeah. Sixteen is going to suck, and I've descovered I have a not quiet so irrational fear of somehow losing my best friends. Its happened to everyone else, so now Im subconsiously afraid of it happening again or something. I think the simple answer to all my problems would be too shoot my subcontious.