Of course I'm excited.
I'm gona be 18 soon.
Happy Birthday to me. In three hours.
Three measly hours. Three hours in a day in a year and eighteen of those. Every minute filled with something amazing or something completely meaningless.
Eighteen soon. Happy Birthday lost childhood.
I don't feel like I'm about to turn eighteen. I know, but I don't feel. And there's always that feeling of being underappreciated the next day. That's also the day my exams start. Great, I'm going to study now.
I'm gona be eighteen. And I'm gona be eighteen... eighteen... eighteen. Right.