"All Eyes on the Calendar, Another Year I Claim of Total Indifference"

In ten minutes, I'll be 19.

I really don't want to be 19. I want to just show the world that I can juggle the responsibilities of an adult, while I still act like a child. I know I will get hundreds of "Happy Birthdays" from people I barely talk to on Facebook, calls on my telephone, text messages, and random hugs. I will appreciate them, honestly I will. But, I don't feel comfortable with my bones aging another year.

I can care less about presents. I will accept them, but they are unneeded. This is no joyous occasion just like it was when I was 7. My birthday will still give me homework. This day is not an oasis. This day is just another day. Another day gone unremembered.

Now there is two minutes left. Two minutes left to be 18.

Sam