When I was younger, March was my favorite month of the year. Aside from finally getting over a school year, it’s my birth month! Yes, in a few days I’ll be turning a year older again.
But this time it’s different. I wished so hard for this month not to come. As much as I wanted to prolong January and February, those months passed by soooo freakin’ fast!
In just a few days, I will be having my 18th birthday and I still can’t get over the fact that I will finally be 18. It seems that all these years went by so fast. But I gotta face it. Life is not done backwards!
And to be completely honest, I have reasons why I wanted this month not to come anymore aside from me getting old. It’s actually the moment itself. I’m truly afraid I’ll be spending that day alone. I fear that nothing special will happen on the day that I wanted to be the most special in my life. And of course I’m afraid to feel that I am not loved.
Yes. I want my 18th birthday to be as special as fuck but I, myself, don’t know how to make it special.