The Perks of being Twenteen

Even if I keep telling everyone it’s “one year closer to death” and blah-blah (not joyful at all I know, don’t hold it against me), I LOVE BIRTHDAYS. I mean, who doesn’t? And seeing I’m a hidden birthday lover, I can truly say that EVERYBODY adore birthdays. Super giant cake, tons of gifts, great music, all the people you care about gathered in the same place... 

In short, FUN, FUN, FUN! 

Well, I’m turning 20 in 18 hours, and I’m so excited! However, I don’t like the idea of not being a teenager anymore. Peter Pan once said to Wendy: “Come with me where you’ll never, never have to worry about grown up things”. I know that, at some point, in the not-so-distant future, I would have to start worrying about grown up things. But I am not ready to grow up. Not. Ready. At. All. 

Peter, won't you take me to Neverland with you? Yes? No? 

Guess I'm already too old. 

But just because I will no longer be a teenager doesn’t mean I can’t be careless and irresponsible, does it? I must have a few years of pranks left in me. I begrudge being told that I am too old for something, or that it’s time to start acting like an adult. While I am well aware that I now have responsibilities, I am not too keen on taking life all too seriously. 
I vow, then, to enjoy being Twenteen. 

Twenteen is this marvellous age where you can enjoy all of the benefits of living on your own, spending your money how you want to and staying out as late as you want without feeling the need to justify your decisions to anybody. Twenteen is that wonderful empowerment of knowing that you are in control of your own future and that it can be whatever you want it to be. Twenteen is being able to sing One Direction songs at the top of your lungs at 3 am pretending you're part of Glee Cast and start a giant food battle in the middle of your kitchen/living room —now it’s your house so who is going to tell you you’re being immature or silly? Except maybe your housemates, which means they are a) boring or b) grown up. Fortunately, my flatmate appears to be my little sister who knows me for a while now and didn't kill me/herself. So we're all good. 

Unfortunately, getting older is inevitable. And to think that the brutal jump for your teenage years to the ones of a true man, like Barack Obama or Ryan Gosling, is only separated by one day is so depressive. Thus whilst I am not willing to let go of my teens and embrace my twenties, I intend to have a lot of fun finding that somewhere in between. But I'm wondering something... 

If I stay awake all night before the D day, can I stick with what I am now? 

Fingers crossed. 

Let me be forever young,

XO

P.S: Peter, if you ever read that (do they have Internet access in Neverland?), I'll tell you what I want for my B-day. Help me stay forever young!! No? I even let you kidnap me. Pretty please? I'm not going to tell my mom, I promise. Still no? You little leprechaun! I hope Captain Hook will catch you and feed you to the crocodiles.