Anna

This is it.

I'm finally on the verge of adulthood. In less than five hours I'll be eighteen years old, and legally a fully-grown human being. I'll be able to buy alcohol; I'll be able to vote; I'll be fully out of my parents' control, and fully into my own.

And you know what? I don't even care. I have this incredible feeling of apathy about it. I don't know why, but it's there.

Should it bother me? Bah, I dunno.




GOD I REALLY WANT TO WRITE RIGHT NOW. But it's not working. My pencil doesn't want to touch the paper, no matter how inspired I am. My fingers refuse to talk, regardless of how eager they are to pump out this journal. (That's actually part of the purpose of this entry - to see if the block is applying to everything written or just my stories.) I have ideas. But GARRRRHH!!!! I'm frustrated by the extreme APATHY I have about it.

Bloody hell. I gotta get my mind off this. Apparently my siblings are going swimming on one of their friend's pool tonight.... maybe I can tag along.


'Night all.