Just as I was about to complain about the noisy neighbours downstairs, I stopped at my window. I peered out, and I noticed a brightly lighted birthday cake, people gathered around the wooden table and bits of party decorations. As laughter filled the air, I started to think to myself- when was the last time I was truly happy? Though we were 9 floors apart, I could somehow feel the warmth and I found myself longing to be part of that happy atmosphere. Birthday's exactly one month away, and it's true when they say as you grow older, the less excited you become. I can't really describe it, but let's just say it hit me like a huge tsunami wave. I think I need a great big getaway. Someplace I can start anew and not worry about stuff here. Someplace where I can feel happy just by looking at the city lights listening to John Mayer playing on my iPod. This post doesn't even make sense, now does it? Everything's in bits and pieces. I think I need a breather. I think I need to get back on track. I don't wanna grow older, I don't wanna turn 17. As you grow older, there's just too many responsibilities and things you need to do. And you're forced to be independent. But what if I'm a dependent person? What if I need people to be around? Oh gosh, what's a girl like me to do? :/ I need a life.