Birthday Blues

My urge to write gets stronger everyday. Its like I've opened Pandora's box or something. Okay so it's about 14 hours to my birthday and I'm supposed to be turning legal. Big whop. The only thing I have to show for it is my Voters' ID card and my future driver's license (okay maybe not so much of a big whop *_*) Strangely, or maybe not so, I don't feel any special. Growing up, birthdays have always been a big deal for me and I almost always make a fuss...in my head anyway. Last year, oh my, I didn't even get a cake. I realise that each passing year, the novelty wears off more and more. Sloowly. I'm about to turn 18 and I feel as normal as I do when I'm about to brush my teeth. I AM thankful for my life and for another shot at it but that's where the party ends. For me, it's just another day. Happy almost birthday to me *blows out imaginary candle*