It is so true what they say, that you only get older, not wiser.
I turned 18 yesterday.
I always imagined my 18th birthday would be something extraordinary, something i would remember for the rest of my life, the beginning of a whole new life.
No.
It does not matter that you are 18, or 4 or 89 or 31...
People still lie.
People still don't give a fuck.
People still break your heart.
Some things will never be different, i guess.
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That is a deep, harsh, and bitter truth. But now that you realize that, it's that much easier to enjoy the little things.
You know, I ask many adults if they could remember precisely one of their birthdays, and none of them could, whether it was the 10, sweet sixteen or 18...They just know they had a birthday...And my grand-parents don't remember their 40, 50 or 60 years old birthday...I guess what you remember the most is the overall hapiness you had in your life.. :)
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