Seventeen.Diary.12

I am not even thinking like a normal human right now.
I have so many tests and deadlines to prepare for that I have been overwhelmed by their imminent approach.
I cannot yet enjoy or even think normal about the
day that will come.
My
day. My birthday.
No more sixteen, seventeen now. Sounds...weird.
Wish list?
I don't have one.
I have not thought of this enough to actually desire something material that will make me happy.


Wow....tomorrow I'll get older.....

4 Comments

Anonymous said...

Here we go, seventeen and still no edward... don't worry really... listen to the fabric stuff, u'll be older I guess, I'm older than you anyway.I really like the post, where is Miller btw? X O X O

schummy said...

Oh she's only seventeen
Whine whine whine, weep over everything
Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street
Brothers fighting, when's the baby gonna sleep
Heaving ship too sails away
Said it's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session
It's a tick of our time and the tic in her head that made me feel so strange
Said I could call you baby, I could call you, dammit, it's a one in a million
Oh it's the rolling of her Spanish tongue that made me wanna stay

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind said...

LA MULTI ANI!!! Sa ai parte numai de bucurii si sa-ti indeplinesti toate visele!:)

Leah Lusch said...

La multi ani, Irina!!! Sa te bucuri de cei 17 ani, sa fii vesela si fericita, si sa nu uiti ca ai toata viata inainte si toata lumea la picioare!

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