This is me today. I had been planning a long-winded post about why I don’t want to turn eighteen and how much I want to cling onto being seventeen. What it comes down to is that everyone sings about being seventeen, you know? For me it seemed like an age to do things, see things. And I guess part of me doesn’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything in that year worth singing about. Who knows though? Hopefully todays game will be a turn for the best in shaping the next year. Being eighteen is daunting, shoes to fill if you like. I’ll enjoy it, we’ll see.
