I'm not wrong on this. Well, at least not wrong within my personal sphere of being. Nineteen just is not an age I feel comfortable at. It's the same way I felt about sixteen. Seventeen, naturally, was the year I spent as a "Dancing Queen," resulting in a fabulous experience.
But NINETEEN? This is frankly a strange number. What am I supposed to do with this? Nothing changes, really, expect that I plant another foot firmly on the terrain of adulthood. (My head is still swimming somewhere in Neverland, though. I'm not sure how long this will last.) In short, I really REALLY don't want to turn nineteen tomorrow.
Alas, here I am spending my last few hours as an eighteen year old writing a blog post about how I don't want to be nineteen.
Reasons why being 19 will suck:
- You still can't drink (I don't want to drink, really, but this still means that i'm at the awkward age where you can't do anything beyond go to Starbucks for fun. And I don't even like Starbucks.)
- You're becoming an adult. That just really blows.
- You generally have less friends.
- You should be out of the house by now, but no one in our generation is really on top of this one.
- People look at you and see an adult. This really just sucks.
- It's not socially acceptable to stay at home and watch Supernatural and write on weekend nights.
Reasons why being 19 might not suck:
- You generally have more freedom to do what you want.
- You have time to do things. (maybe.)
- You can do stuff.
- I really don't know what else to put here.
All in all, nineteen. Ew.







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