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The clock reads 1:53am and the date is the 5th of march, which coincidentally happens to the day I was born. Nineteen whole years ago.

I can't believe I'm on the threshold of adulthood. What's even more unbelievable is the fact that I just used the phrase 'threshold of adulthood'. Am I really getting that old?

The birthday feeling still hasn't set in as yet for some reason. I don't feel anything except a weird numbness, like its just another day, but somehow is different, just not in a very significant way. If the previous sentence sounded like crap to you, then it probably is. Like I said I'm so numb, I can't even fell the keys while typing this out, so it probably is just a load of rubbish.

I reread what I 'd just written, and they sound like the words of an emotionless cynic, which I am not, most of the time at least. I think the time of the day (or the night in this case) does that to you. So it isn't exactly my fault. That's my latest trick, by the way, blaming stuff on the time. Is it working?

If by now you're wondering why you're still here, reading the words of a psychotic 'almost adult', I don't blame you. But please, stay and wish me a Happy Birthday, I'm sure it'll make my day however cynical I may seem.