One more year.
I'm 17 as of 3 days ago and all I can think of is one more year.
One more year and I'm an adult. I'm off to college. I'm not living at home anymore. And nothing is as I predicted it. All the age expectancies I anticipated when I was little has been shattered. I didn't right a book at 16, I don't think 15 was my best year ever and I'm damn sure not anticipating my 18th birthday.
One more year I find out truly the meaning of growing up.
