Getting older...
Techincally, as it is past midnight, it is now my 21st birthday. Whoopty-freaking-doo. I don't really want to be 21. It means I'm an adult. I don't like that...I don't want to grow up, I'm a Toys-R-Us kid. I just have this feeling like it's all downhill from here. It's scary. And I know it's a part of life, but I don't want to face it
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I've told you my opinion on the whole thing, so I won't rehash it.
Happy Birthday. And thanks for trying to help me figure out who that creepy guy on the phone was last night. Haven't heard anything yet. I'm hoping it'll kind of just go away.
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