Tuesday, 29 October 2013
The day after your birthday. It comes just as your birthday comes. It comes and goes. I was never a fan of birthday parties or the fact of getting older. I find the idea of awkwardly standing next to a cake and having all the people looking at you singing that song a bit terrifying. In fact, I prefer to have the day just as any other but, it is weird; there is always this feeling that you have now a new age to memorize when people ask how old you are. One of the good things about the day after your birthday is when you get up in the morning with brewed coffee and, Sylvia Plath's drawings to look at. Forever 21 – never 21 again.