The idea of turning Sixteen in an hour makes my stomach churn fersumreasns. Probably, because I won’t spend it the way I planned to and/or maybe I just don’t know how to spend it at all. Bottom line is I do not want to suck. 

This, people, is anxiety. I am anxious about the morrow. I am waiting for something to happen. Whatever that something is, I hope it’s the good kind of something. I am so anxious, I cannot sleep. 

I’ll be counting the people who will greet me through social networking sites/text and those who will greet me in real life and those who will great me in both. I don’t know but it seems like a fun thing to do. I will also count the people who won’t greet me so I can send them a why did you not greet me on my birthday?! card and torment them for the rest of their lives. Kidding. But I kind of feel hurt whenever a person I once knew and was very close with wouldn’t greet me on my special day. Happened on my last birthday, actually. Whatever. It’s ancient history.

Being Fifteen is great (45 minutes to go!). Learned a lot of things, everything-wise. Introduced myself to a lot of things. Films, music, books, people and such.  If I were to evaluate myself of how I’ve matured from a range of 1-10, I’ll guess I’ll give myself a 7. It’s fair enough. I still have to work on my attitude in dealing with certain situations and people, though.

Fifteen-year-old-self, you’re great (34 minutes!). Now, you can finally stop singing that wretched Tay Swift song because it won’t be appropriate anymore. But fear do not because the most awaited moment of your life has yet to come, you can now finally sing Hilary Duff’s Sweet Sixteen! You swore before that you wouldn’t memorize its lyrics unless you turn Sixteen so now or in a few minutes you finally can. Actually, I know a few of it’s lyrics but whatever. So, hurray for that! 

To my Sixteen-year-old self, try to be less self loathing and sulky. Indulge yourself with the beauty of the world. If there’s still such. Culture yourself more. Wow~*. Read more books. Also, try to finish your book challenge, you lazy mofo. Force yourself to listen to more awesome music. Watch more films that barely suit your age. Go on. Try to dare yourself more often. Work on your art~* please. Meet more amazing people. Just go on.

Boy, did I just totally lose myself there? I’m sorry for this poorly composed essay (?). I just have a lot of thoughts and I need to get it out. So, there you go. 

20 minutes left. If only I am not lazy and don’t have somewhere to go tomorrow, I might add more. 

But even if I officially turn Sixteen, I wouldn’t really feel it until I reach the mid-year of being Sixteen.