8 hours, 5 minutes and 3 seconds left of my days as a seventeen year-old. You know the night before your birthday when you're about to go to bed and you realize that tomorrow you'll be one year older. Ugh, I hate that moment. After that I can't sleep, I try but nope, no Mr. Sandman this particular night. Today I'm going to try this new method, I'm going to go to bed late, late, late and then we'll see how it all goes. Reven8e marathon, yeahyeah.
I don't really wanna grow up, I want to watch Disney movies, help mommy bake cookies, sing load as **** with people looking at me with an awwwe - face. Where is that guy, Peter Pan when you really need him? The second star to the right, let's fly away.