It’s an age before one of the biggest celebratory birthdays

I am still called naïve but considered an adult

I no longer have to seek permission but crave the advice

I can party all night and you’ll think nothing of it

It is that age where you are expected to know what you want, but you're most confused.

Can you guess my age?

I choose the word "unregrettable".

Why unregrettable you ask? I say if you are truly happy then why would you regret a second of it and if you have no regrets then you can be truly happy.

The thing that makes me truly happy is reading and writing and I dont regret a single word I write or read.

Growing up I always heard that 'Vulgar language is used by ignorant people who's vocabulary is that of a two year old', but in my day to day life I curse more than a fucking sailor. My vocabulary is also impeccable to be that of a two yea old. Though I curse more than most people would prefer, my inability to not curse does not spill into my writing. Now if I just so happen to write a character that had some serious issues, I would use every fucking curse word I could think of. I feel that some vulgarities are useful in expressing emotions, which is why I use them faithfully. Some people don't like vulgar language and that's alright.

I’ve always had mixed emotions about the death penalty. I do understand why the death penalty was first introduced to our society, but at the same time I think aren’t we as a human race just scooping to the suspects level. We watch television series and movies showing how the families of victims and other people sit and watch as another human in being killed. The sad thing to me is although this person that committed horrible crimes, no one shows the slightest hint of empathy. Yes this person is awful, but at the same time the death penalty has made the people in our world okay with seeing another person die.

I look at the clock. It reads 2:13 a.m. I cut off the lights and close my eyes.

"Psst Kenya. Psst Kenya".

Refusing to open my eyes I answer, "Will will go to sleep?"

"Kenya, I have an idea for another story. You have to wake up. You just have to or you'll forget it in the morning". I know she's right so I turn on the light. I find a piece of paper, write down the idea, and hop back in bed.

"Psst Kenya. Psst Kenya".

"I am trying to go to sleep. Shut up, shut off, or whatever you are supposed to do," I yell out.

"I will in a minute. I have another idea." I slam my hand down searching for the paper. "WHAT IS THIS BRILLIANT IDEA YOU HAVE THAT WILL NOT ALLOW ME TO SLEEP"!?!?!?!?!?!

I write the idea and roll over.

"Psst Kenya. Psst Kenya".

"BRIAN, I NEED YOU TO GO TO SLEEP SO I CAN GO SLEEP. GOSH YOU ARE SO INCONSIDERATE"!

This goes on for another 5 hours.