it’s my birthday. I’m 21 today. I mean, technically, because it’s 1:37am here. It feels weird/a little different for the first time in a few years. I think after this growing older starts to become a ‘bad’ thing. Before now it’s always been about extra privileges (not that alcohol, for example, is something that concerns or interests me in any way), or better presents. But now it probably just gives more pressure and responsibility. Though maturity isn’t a bad thing. I guess we’ll see.