It is official...
I am an adult.
I have waited so long for this moment to arrive. To finally be old enough to have a proper bank account, to enter TV competitions, to be taken seriously as a human being...
But, to be honest, I don't really feel any different.
And, actually, (surprisingly), I don't really care.
I thought that I was ready to grow up, become an adult, be independent, but now I realise that I'm still just that naïve lost child who just wants to spend time with her family, and sing along to Disney songs, and just be loved.
And I don't know if I'm ready to lose that part of me just yet.
So, although I can now legally buy alcohol, and count as a supervised person at a swimming pool, I'm not yet all grown up as an 'adult' supposedly should be.
I'm just standing here, trying to act like I know what I'm doing, when really I'm just as clueless as the next guy. And, honestly, I couldn't care less.