I’m gonna miss being 17.

I wanna stay a kid forever.

Being 18 has it’s charms, but all the responsibilities are gonna suck.

I don’t know why in this past week leading up to my birthday, I’ve become so nostalgic about being 17.

Everything I’ve read on random occasions this week has had something about wishing they were 17 again, and how it’s the best time.

First there was the All Time Low song, then a post by my favorite author Richelle Mead, and then in my book.

Then there’s the movie “17 Again,” the show “When I Was 17,” and the song “Seventeen Forever” by Metro Station.

Can I please just stay 17 forever?