Happy Birthday?

As I celebrate my 16th year, I am flooded with worry. What am I supposed to do with myself? I am in adolescent limbo, not yet considered independent and yet grown out of childhood past times. I think of what I'll say when I am older and wiser, what I'll think of my present actions. My prediction is that I shall laugh and kid about my naive and stubborn opinions of the world. And more importantly my dangerously vivid imagination. It kind of scares me how easily I can be enthralled with something and spend days, weeks even months lingering on it. How fickle.

Or I may just be a teenaged girl who spends too much of her time worrying about herself...