| Happy Birthday to Me |
| I'm nineteen today. In three-hundred-and-sixty-five and one-fourth days I'll be twenty. That's depressing. I won't be a teenager anymore. I was happy at sixteen. I could drive. What else do you need? R-rated movies? Voting priveledges? The legal drinking age? I don't think so. Every year bring the same question-- "Do you feel any older?" No. In fact, I feel jus tlike I did when I was twelve. So, God, I pray you use me. Use me now. Before I start to feel nineteen. 10.14.00 |