So it's been over a week from my 16th, but I still don't feel any different. Not that that's unusual, I've felt this way for the past couple of years, one day isn't gonna make any difference. Cards still up, although I forget they're for me. Most of them have little doodles of condoms in and remind me that I can have legal sex, but that just does not want to be. I have not met one guy that's not a bastard in one form or another, so I'm quite happy mooching along on my own, with a couple a friends on hand if necessary. In short, I have a so far pretty unfulfilling life, but maybe that's the way I like it? Yes, I always sound miserable, but inside I'm happy, content. Should I ruin myself for something that other the world clearly expects from people, but destroys me? -