Almost half-way through January which means that it will soon be my birthday. My eighteenth birthday. This is a scary concept to me because I’m supposed to be an ‘adult’ at this age but I really don’t feel like one! I’m such a kid still, I can’t even think about having to take responsibility for myself. I can’t be eighteen! It just can’t happen, it’s too weird.
Not that I’m not excited! I’m so excited. I love birthdays! It could be any birthday, I’ll be excited. I know that my mum has some things planned as a surprise and all I know is that I have to dress up posh.
I love birthdays because I get to spend time with all my friends and family and I love going out to do things for it but I have no idea what to do with my friends. Some of my other friends had great ideas for their birthdays and I can’t think of anything to do! I’ll probably just have a party of some kind, or maybe a meal.
It’s exciting to be turning eighteen, and it will only happen once. I have no idea what I want for my birthday and people keep asking me! I’m just a bit clueless about it all. Which is probably why I shouldn’t be turning eighteen if my answer for everything is “I don’t know”.
Oh well! I’m scared, nervous but very very excited! Roll on the birthday celebrations.
