17.

this is so weird to me but im 17 now (wooo) 

It really hasn’t hit yet, like I don’t know what I was expecting, everything still feels the same. im in bed watching the lady gaga Copacabana concert off YouTube… I have nothing else to do. I’m keeping off everything because I know there will be an abundance of happy birthday stories and messages, some from people I don’t even talk to anymore.

It’s a weird kinda feeling, im really this old now. I’m not really a ‘teenager’ anymore but really an adult. (Or so everyone keeps telling me)

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I promise I’m not being really depressing on my birthday, im going out for dinner and having friends round PLUS I get loads of money so tomorrow im going into the city with more friends and hitting up urban outfitters to buy a new wardrobe (much to my parents disappointment as I should be putting money towards a car) but who cares at the end of the day 

Buttttttt that’s all for today, heading out nowww

LOVE YOU BYEEEEEE