Tomorrow, actually. That's when I'll be eighteen, I mean. Today, I'm not. Today, I'm simply 17.
When you're seventeen, you can be irresponsible and make bad choices, but eighteen seems to carry a different weight. Of course, being a simple seventeen year old, there is absolutely no way I could possibly undertake to understand the importance of eighteen, but tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll understand.
Or at least, I think that's the way it works. This whole growing up thing is pretty complicated to be honest.
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