Birthday Blues.

Not really blues.
Yesterday was a nice day... It's fun to have friends around you, celebrating the day you were born.
(#), (#), (#)...it still feels like I'm 17.
I guess time goes by so quickly. I have to read faster. My birthday is the alarm, like, beeeeeeep, you're getting old and you still haven't read the books you wanted to read, taken the pictures you wanted to take, written the things you wanted to write.
It's about time I start.