Couldnt look you in the eye

Turning eighteen was just another day for me. I dragged my sorry ass out of bed at 630 in the morning. Went to school. Bell rings. Anti social me rushes home. The everyday norm. Just that my friends got me a pretty cake with snow white and the seven dwarfs figurines on it, and I received handsome presents from them too. E.g. A nikon coolpix S9, a Sony cybershot T50 in black (GASP), the latest sims expansion pack (i wouldn't elaborate since you Dorks arent as cool or sim-loving as I am), a new pink unicorn stuffed toy to add to my already very pink room, barbie stationery and many irrelevant stuff which I greatly appreciate. Not to forget my dad, who gave me his spare change. :| But the best part was spending my birthday with people that mean something to me.

Turning eighteen has set me deep in thought. In retrospect, my life may seem like a complete joke. Filled with many regrets I find very hard to leave behind. Everyday I wake up, wanting to change it for the better, or at least make up for all my lost time. But I never do. Or even if I do try, it will never be enough. Nothing's ever enough. Why are humans like me so complicated?

Now that I'm eighteen, I want to be less irresponsible and less of a disappointment.
Now that I'm eighteen, I want to start striving for perfection.

I wish the rest of you happy birthday in advance. Since I am not much of a birthday person, I'd probably forget yours. I'm certified birthday phobic. Confirm plus chop.

"This is the least that I can do, you know I'm bad at calling you
The best way i can extent, the lonely words 'I miss you'.
I say it but i'm sure you knew you're what I look most forward too
Coming back to where I've been, I'll just leave it at this."