Sweet Sixteen

Today's my birthday. And as you have probably already concluded, I am sixteen.
You know, I was expecting my birthday to be a little bit more....happy? I don't know. I've just been in a rotten mood. My best friend thinks our friendship is sinking, and this horny guy hit on me, which made me mad. I also hate it how my buddy didn't text me back. It's my birthday, and he just totally stopped talking to me.

Also, I can't drive.

No car for my sweet sixteen.

And when I say I can't drive, I literally mean I can't drive. I almost killed me and my mom on my first drive on the highway. She screams really loud. We didn't crash, but yeah. It really bites.

I wanted an acoustic guitar for my birthday. Guess who didn't get one. But it's all good. I got a digital camera. Kinda wish I could have gotten a real camera so I can make good youtube videos in high quality and....stuff. I'm not exactly what you would call a "techy". I just got a blog because I've watched Julie and Julia too many times, and I want to be famous in internet world.

"Keep dreaming" right?
I don't even have any readers.

ZIP

I'm just writing out into an empty void.
It's my birthday, and no one on the internet cares!!
(WARNING: I MIGHT START BAWLING)
Just kidding, but yeah. I need some readers.
"Keep dreaming"

So yeah, here I am. Sixteen.
It feels the same as being fifteen.
I don't get the significance.....