Sooner or later I will be OLD. (Erase the word later. Retain the word sooner because it is more factual.) Sooner, I will say goodbye to my teenage years, and will face another set of two digit numbers that usually come as a big issue around my circle of 'teenage friends.'
I don't really think much about it but the real thing is? it ails me the most that I'm getting older. Oxymoron. I don't want to age, but I want to grow older. I want to mature but I don't want to have wrinkles. I want to have kids and be a father but I don't want to be a grandfather and have a dozen grandchildren.
I know that I am not the only one who usually have this kind of 'teenage dillema' because some of my friends who turned twenty some time this year were also over reacting about their turning-twenty brithday party. Hey! It's a good thing that they were still having birthday parties unlike others (street children) who usually spend their birthdays alone, adding that they have nothing delicious to eat. I don't think turning twenty is a big deal. I don't think it's something to complain about.
I don't think I deserve this tag: Ryan, 20. It's too much for me since I still look so young. (zZzZzZzZzZzz. This is the very popular Visayan Syndrome called "Feeleriasis") Apart from being young, I also look, uhmmm....well, I don't look twentyish so perhaps if someone would ask me if how old I am, I would just say, "Me? Well, Im still eeeeiiiigghhteeen."