Monday, 14 July, 2003
I’m just one short hour away from ending my days as a teenager…
In one our hour I will be twenty years old. Twenty! It just doesn’t sound right. I’m not twenty years old. 
Erk, its quite nuts really.. quite a bit to get my head around.. This to me is more important that a 21st.. Being alive 20 years is quite something.
I remember my 13th birthday all those years ago.. sitting on a mud-mound with some girl whose name I barely remember but I was romantically entranced with. I remember saying that I was 13 years old and feeling proud. heheh.. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be.. A story that was repeated for a good portion of my teen years.
I remember another failed romantic attraction that occurred on my 15th birthday.. which also ended in dismal failure.. My birthday, it seems, has cosmic fate at its core..
My 18th birthday saw my rebirth with my brother helping me through a difficult time.. I remember my birthdays..
My 19th birthday was quite cool too.. Mel made me a cake which rocked.. with a bloody big chicken on it 
Is this birthday going to be any good? God knows.. I hope to hell it is 
tbh.. I feel a bit depressed about it all.. This year.. its not going to be so special and my friends are going through a difficult time. meh..
There is much to look forward too though in this year.. I move in on September I still have a lot of good buddies.. Hopefully i’ll be writing something like this next year when i’m 21
Peace out,
Simon.