Go Me...

Well, I'm 19 now. Nothing magical or special about it, time just happens. I only know of one person that knows it's my birthday at school, so most likely nothing amazing or fantastical is going to happen today. Life goes on. For some reason, some people really enjoy pulling my strings, faking me out, tricking me. Right now, one of my friends has gone a little too far with it, and now it actually hurts a little bit. I don't understand why she would joke about something like this; it's quite possible she doesn't understand how much the topic means to me though, and how much I desire it, yet can't quite seem to grasp it. I have all the "prerequisites" so to speak-- I just don't understand. I guess only time will tell.