I haven't visited in a while. I've missed this katieog blog. I've been addicted to tumblr though. It's really cool, and I like it. I can spend hours looking at quotes and pictures. Anyways.
My birthday is in practically a day. I'm going to be eighteen years old.
But what does that really mean?
I feel like everyone gets so excited for birthdays. People get so psyched for 16, 18, 21. But really. When I turned sixteen, nothing happened. I was of driving age, but I couldn't get my license. I didn't even have my permit. Now, I am turning eighteen. But how does that affect my life?
I look at it. Hey, I can vote. Hey, I am adult, and I can sign my own permission slips. I can also buy cigarettes and lottery tickets, but those really don't matter to me.
But hey, I am adult. There are so many rules that apply to me now. I can go to adult prison. I can be charged for a hell of a lot more things.
Fuck.
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