21

I write this at 12.15.... I'm finally 21... honestly I was dreading it.. to begin with, I'm not a b'day person ... I find it as nothing of too great importance.. and normally I underplay it as much as possible... but this is 21, and I am forced to give it some importance... I am legally fully responsible for myself... I can vote, I can gamble... what else? am I still allowed to be a kid? I hope so... I'm not ready to get all stuffy just yet... I guess thats what I truly dread.. not birthdays in itself.. but the ticking moments to when I shall be forced to assume the semblance of the stuffy... and birthdays simply magnify these ticking moments... I guess it is the fear that one of these birthdays will mark the point in my life when I no longer can be just me.. be free...

Happy am I that this birthday wasn't it... nothing seems to have changed... I can still be a kid for a little longer....