September. The month holds great value in my life. It's the month I was born in. The date was 14th. Every year I wait for the day like crazy little maniac, planning that I'll conquer the world on my birthday. But birthdays go. And years go. And nothing changes. I always have a birthday wish for every year. This year, I'm not sure what to ask for. I think I have found the most amazing people who I call my friends, I believe I have made best friends with my Dad. September 14th doesn't excite me anymore. It's like any other day in my life. But for the record, I'm actually waiting for tomorrow.
I'll finally be 23. A grown up. An adult. A very responsible individual. As much as I'm excited to be all this, I sure as hell am freaked out. :)
Written on 13-Sep-2012.
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