That’s right, I’m seventeen. I’ve grown physically and mentally from the comparatively simple fifteen year old that made this site. How do I feel? Obviously the same as I’m merely in another step of an arbitrary system of numbers where certain numbers mean I can do things I couldn’t when I was tagged with the preceding number. However, without sounding like a smartarse this time, I feel as though I haven’t accepted my new age and when I do I will feel a bit bad for losing another chunk of my childhood and entering the stages of manhood (something which I fear).
On the positive side, today was great. I had friends over stealing my electricity and over forty Facebook posts acknowledging my mother’s pain seventeen years ago. I lost dignity for being the only one for finding my ‘maths tattoo’ funny but regained it by distributing chocolate to peers and people I bump into in an act of kindness crossbred with a Dairy Milk overdose. Over all, I’m content and will hold the motto ‘revision will start tomorrow’.
Good morrow.
On the positive side, today was great. I had friends over stealing my electricity and over forty Facebook posts acknowledging my mother’s pain seventeen years ago. I lost dignity for being the only one for finding my ‘maths tattoo’ funny but regained it by distributing chocolate to peers and people I bump into in an act of kindness crossbred with a Dairy Milk overdose. Over all, I’m content and will hold the motto ‘revision will start tomorrow’.
Good morrow.
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