I am Amy. I am 27. I have to write that because tomorrow I am different. But I have been thinking I am the next number all year long. Because my friends have all turned that number, it is all I keep thinking, along with everyone asking 'how old are you going to be this year Amy?'
Does anyone else feel that?
I've always been the baby out of my friends and at school, with the whole year group turning a year older before me, wanted to feel that age too. Because you do at that age don't you?
But now I don't. Today is the last chance to say, I am 27!
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