current mood: discontent
[private to self]
Tomorrow is my birthday, and I'll be older than Edward. Well, technically. It's making me feel so... out of place. He never made it to eighteen, and yet here I am, marching towards that age as if it were my salvation. It won't change a thing with Charlie -- he'll still ground me on call. Renee will just write an internet-tear stained email about how I've 'come so far', etc.
But Edward will forever remain seventeen. I know it's a selfish thing to desire, but right now I want nothing more than to be... a vampire.
I think my sanity is slipping.
[/private to self]
I have a strict no-present policy that, if broken, is coupled with sever consequences. [private to Cullens]Do not cross the human, oh vampiric ones! [/private to Cullens]. Mike Newton tried to pass me a homemade card in Calculus yesterday, through Jess, but Eric beat him to it.
Both are crumpled in one of the many Forks High School trash cans.