Twenty year old. That's my age. Am i old? I don't feel old though. I still feel that i'm fucking naive and immature. I want things the way i want it, and nothing can stop me from doing what i want. I hate celebrations. I don't like to celebrate my birthday. It always turns out disappointing.
Me: Birthday girl is reaching home soon.
Mom: Not time yet.
Me: It's only forty minutes away!
Mom: You're getting older, not younger and you're still so happy. Horrible girl.
Me: HAHA. It doesn't matter to me. I don't even feel like i'm sixteen.
Mom: As long as you are happy, I am happy for you.
Me: (:

I wonder what happens if i were to tell her i'm unhappy actually. I've not been a happy girl for a long time already. I just want to be really happy for a day.