So. Guess what today is. My sixteenth birthday. Yay. Yeah, not really. I hate birthdays. Yes okay, it's all cool for the gifts and one day attention. But it's pathetic. It's literally just a number we made up. We made up time and clocks. And also the fear of getting old, getting lost in time. Fear of nostalgia and time itself. We fear oblivion, even though it is inevitable. We fear we'll end up all alone. But for kids it's all about birthdays. For little kids it's all about birthday parties and gifts and floating castles. But at the end, they all wanna grow up, be older, smarter, cooler. But the ugly truth is, that aging up is not at all that fancy and nice and kind. It's cruel. It's when you realize the monsters under your bed moved into your head. Though we, grumpy and moody teenagers shouldn't ruin the little ones' childhood. They still have a right to be children and we all know, especially in these days, how we miss being a carefree child...