To be honest, when a birthday goes by, nothing changes - only my age has gone up by a digit, and that's just an abstract number. Though, with this birthday past, at least I don't have to lie to Livejournal or Deviantart anymore when they ask me if I'm old enough to view a mature post. Or anything else, really, unless it's something that requires you to be 21; in which case, lie anyway.
It's kinda sad though. In some ways, seventeen is my favourite number. It's so odd and sharp and just all-round lovely, really. Not that eighteen is bad in itself, eighteen is big and wide and older. I'm just going to miss being able to call myself seventeen. I didn't actually say it often. Never really said, "I'm seventeen". No one asks you for your age nowadays. It's always, "Oh, I'm in J2". What does that mean? I want to say I'm seventeen, except I can't anymore.
So we'll move on.
I'm eighteen.
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