Sixteen Candles.

Yesterday, I turned the ripe old age of 16.
Yes. I felt taller and more mature, yet I felt a big part of my naivety and childishness float away and I didn't want to let it go. Not now anyway.
But then I thought to myself, do you really change after just one day ? Or do you keep all that maturity bottled up for a year and when that birthday arrives you explode maturity ? What do I do with it ?
It's like one of those toys you have no idea what the hell to do with it.
These questions are useless but it's got me really thinking about growing up and shiz.
Still aside from the deep reflections of the next day, it was an okay day.
Have yet to post those pictures. CBA.



xo,
Liah.