People tell me not to overlook what I have. Not to wait for what’s to come, but enjoy what I can already experience.

I think that’s a load of crap.

How can you honestly enjoy life when you know you won’t be your full self until you turn 18?

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock that seemed to rattle inside my throbbing head.

“Who is it?!” I asked, annoyed.

The door was cracked open, and my sister’s head popped out.

“It’s me, you jerk,” she said with a smirk. “I wanted to ask if you were excited for your big day.”

I rolled my eyes. How could I possibly not be excited?

“What do you think?”

“Who knows with you? The last time you were excited was when you got your sight.”

“Well it would make sense for me to be excited at the moment, now wouldn’t it?” I pointed to my mouth. “I’m finally getting the missing piece of myself.”

“Listen, dude; getting your taste is awesome at first, I’m not gonna lie. But it’s not gonna fill that hole you seem to have. Just remember that.”

She whipped out finger guns and made a clicking sound with her mouth as she walked backwards out of my room.

“Close the door!” I yelled to her as she left.

She dragged her feet back to the doorway and slowly pulled the door. “Right, right, got it.”

When the door clicked back into place, I rolled my eyes and scoffed. The nerve of her, trying to tell me what will fill my holes and what won’t.

WIP