It’s the most wonderful time of the year!
Did you sing that while reading it? I bet you did. By ‘wonderful time’, I’m talking about the end of the year, actually. 2016 is finally ending. Phew! I know that the 2016 joke has been around for months but if you really do a quick recap of the year and compare it with those of the other years you’ve survived, it’s really tragic. There were more political issues, natural disasters and celebrity deaths than I could handle. Not that I was a fan of any of those celebrities – I just gauged others’ reactions to the news and copied them to seem cooler.
One thing that I did care about was the start of the end of my teenage years. I’m eighteen now, and there’s only two years before I turn twenty. Ruinous, I say. I used to long for adulthood when I was a child but not so much now. It’s complicated and I want to savour every day until the last second of my nineteenth year. Better not think about it. The speed at which time passes by scares me.