XXI
I’m 21.
XX
I went searching on my blog to find my XIX post, but it turns out that I accidentally titled it XIV and it’s been like for a year. Oops :V
But yeah, XX. I’m 20 now.
What the fuck.
XVIII
According to birth records, Google Now, and soft mathematics, it’s my birthday and I am now 18 years old.
XVII
It is on this day. That I feel like total and complete crap. Head is throbbing, stomach is spinning, and throat feels dryer than sandpaper. Here I am getting really fucking annoyed with his body at 2:20 AM Oh. And it’s my birthday again. 17 years. Great. *sticks head in bucket*
XVI
So my birthday is coming up fairly soon. It’d mark my 16th year of life.
Oh god 16. I’m about to become a sterotypical teenager. Help…