This is the true definition of winter. This is how it should be spent. This is why home is home.
The sweet 16.
A bunch of my friends have already turned sixteen. Some are even older. But today it's my turn. All there's left now is the greater, independent 18. I feel old. No, I don't. I feel older. Like a big girl? I really don't know. But I know that I'm sixteen, life's great and this year will rock. Happy birthday to me.
Inspiration.
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