I don't know about sweet, but I'm sixteen; I was 16 last year April 15th. So, obviously, I'm almost 17. I have this phobia, I don't know why, but I dislike, with a passion, getting older. Maybe it's because I look at all that I didn't accomplish in the last year. Now, I'm not one to cry; really, I don't cry very much at all and usually when I do it's because I'm terribly tired of pissed off royally. But last year I cried because I was turning 16, and I liked being 15. Wow, I'm laughing at myself as I think about crying over it.
But, seriously, I don't know why it's so hard for me. I should look at it as how amazing it was to live another year, but instead I see it as getting closer to the day I die. I look at 14 and 15 year olds who can do lots of things better than me and wish I were still that age. Maybe it's because if I can do something as equally well as a 12 year old, they're still much better, because they're younger. I know that's very selfish, but that might be part of it. Being 16 is good, and I wish I could stay that way for quite a bit longer. I haven't done much with my life, and sometimes I feel like I'm just here. I want to make an impact, so that when I'm 30 I can look back at every year and point to the many things I've accomplished.
Ahh, well, I hear 17 is good too. Every year that goes by seems to get shorter, though.
Sarah
