I was born sixteen years ago today. At about sixish. It was snowing.
Yes, readers, I am now 16. Unfortunately, I did not suddenly become a hulking mass of testosterone dragging an axe and a wench. I guess that happens at the 18th.
All joking aside, I'm actually feeling pretty good today. This time next year I should have shed the baggage of High School and be free learning my own thing away from the idiots who say that I do too much work (THREE PAGES. ONLY THREE. HOW IS THAT TOO MUCH WORK FOR AN EXAM?).
But I have to slog through my GCSEs first. If all goes well, my lowest grade will be a handful of Bs. So that's good.
I really have nothing else to say. It is my birthday though, so I have an excuse.
See you people. Sraen Out.
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