Yet Another Year!

I'm done with teenage.

That's a horrifying thought.

The "threshold" of adulthood is past... and I'm about to step in. I cannot fathom how time seems to make a fool out of me every single time. How do the years flow by so quickly?

Nineteen. I turned nineteen today.

I don't feel fit to be nineteen... I'm not responsible nor am I dutiful. I'm still a childish, careless, carefree, irresponsible, rebellious, idealistic brat! I still cry and I still yell. I still run around when the first drops of rain come falling. I still hug my threadbare teddy bear to sleep every night. I still feel lazy to do my homework. I still don't know how to cook and I have no idea how to manage my finances. I still play around with my mom's lipsticks. I still roam around on my rusted ladybird cycle. I still giggle and get crushes on cute guys.

I am still the very same spoilt single kid.

What am I doing turning nineteen?