Wallflower.
Sometimes my mind wanders and I think about how I'm getting older but the things that are supposed to happen and has already happened to other people have yet to happen to me, and I get panicky and paranoid thinking about what if it never happens and then what? Will I be all alone and wrinkly and grumpy and angry at the world? Then I thought, O What the heck! Age is just a number anyway and as long as I feel like I'm 22 or 18 or 7 or whatever, everything is all right with the world. ;)
I don't want anything for my birthday. All I want is to sit quietly and fade into obscurity. Oh and world peace. And maybe a way better grasp of grammars.