Here's To Another Year

So its 1 A.M. And I've turned 19 years old. Now this year, I wasn't particularly looking forward to my birthday. And now that its arrived, I still feel the same. Sure, I love the wishes I get at 12 and the incredibly sweet messages. That's the best part of my day.
I still remember the birthday parties I had as a kid.. The entire class would be invited; the house decorated with balloons and streamers; enough food to feed an army; the delicious cake- usually with a picture of my choice on it and the games my mom would conduct to ensure we didn't run haywire. And although I'd be having a ball being the centre of attention, I would secretly want to run to my room to open all my presents. I've always loved the idea of pretty, shiny wrapping paper. I adore the sound of the crackling as I rip it open. The feeling of exhilaration when I finally get a look at my presents. Ahh. I love all that.
I'm currently writing this because I'm unable to fall asleep. So, it may seem a tad bit boring and random. Who am I kidding? It is.
So, 19. What does one do when they grow a year older? Party hard? That's not really my style. My friend told me that turning 19 was amazing for her. She truly began to take her first few steps towards adulthood, towards self-acceptance. Here's hoping that my year will be at least half as fulfilling as hers was. Sorry for this ramble of disjointed sentences. I didn't quite know what to do to fall asleep. I guess this works.