Still thinking of what to do for my 18..

I don't know why i look forward to the celebration soo much. Is it just me or just the rest that don't give a damn bout being 18.
I wanna have an awesome day, a sunny day filled with lots of fun and laughter.
I wanna have a feel like 'oh im finally 18, ive actually lived till 18 and so on...'
Theres just this indescribable feeling bout feeling 8 April and i think im really mind-fucked.

Guess i watched too much drama last time. Way too much fantasies in my mind now.

Girls arent girls if are not whiney, childish, yearning for attention and being emotional. Am i describing me? Totally.