(The photo is my cake)
Today was my 16th birthday.
I usually don’t feel any older when I have a birthday, but this time has been a little different. 16 feels so much more adult than 15. So much more mature. And I am not mature or adult. So I shouldn’t be 16 should I? But I am. And I don’t know what to do.
I’ve never been so stressed to be older. But I will just deal with this stress as I deal with all my other stress. Ignore it and hope it goes away on its own (but then when it doesn’t I deal with it reluctantly).
Also being 16 means I can drive which is good and bad. Good because driving, bad because I am not good at driving. My test is next Monday. Wish me luck…
Another thing to wish me luck on is my skating competition this weekend… I need lots of luck. Please.
Until next week