Tomorrows my birthday...

I’m fifteen tomorrow.
Fifteen.
The weirdest thing is I don’t even feel like I deserve to be this old yet, like there must have been some sort of test I forgot to take. Usually before I turn a new age I feel that age already, but definitely not this time. I wasn’t that great at being fourteen- I need to get more practice in.
I’m way too young to be this mature!
So. To get more experienced at life, and to learn from my mistakes, and so I can grow more as a person, I’m going to diary my life for a whole year. Fifteen, on paper for your pleasurable reading enjoyment. It feels a little scary to take on, because I’m honest with no one and I trust- well, no one- but I need to do this. It feels right, plus it’ll be fun to look back in like ten years and remember stuff I would have forgotten otherwise.
Maybe this year will be different than the last few- better, more interesting, a little faster. Because God knows that if I keep being as boring as I am, you’ll fall asleep in about two minutes. That’s all I have to say today, so I guess I’ll fill you in on my family/history/blah blah blah tomorrow.