Hello children.

If you haven't panicked yet, shame on you. Dear kind people. My birthday is on the 19th of July. It's really terrifying, you know, knowing that you're going to be 18. It's like suddenly the need to become responsible creeps in. Like stepping up to the plate. I can't go, 'I'm only seventeen!' Eighteen sounds old. I feel the decay in my body.

I wonder how we get to this, from being clean and fresh and innocent wrapped in sheets of towels with tags around our ankles, brand new. I wish I was a baby. Growing up is scary. Like the first time we get to kindergarten, and figuring out how to make friends- I don't think I ever learnt that. And like the first time we get to put on little school uniforms and parents forcing you to stand still so they could take a picture of the start of your nerdy hellhole life, and how people are talking about attachment at the end of year 2 - it's scary. I wish I didn't have the right to wear home clothes to school. I wish I was this little happy kid I wish I was, just ignorant and innocent. And be like 5 years old everyday, every year, a lifetime. That's like a powerpuff girl. I'd trade my life to be a powerpuff.

Labels: growing up