Being 17 is rubbish.

It has come to that point in my life where I've been my age for too long now and it's starting to really annoy me. I'm 17 and 8 months and it's getting me depressed that i'm not 18 yet. Despite many other overwhelming aspects of becoming 18 (becoming an adult, elligable to do things without paresnts consent. YES!) the only thing i'm looking forward to is being legal to buy drinks. Both of my closest friends are now 18 and are going to the pub on a friday/saturday and i'm stuck at home weeping in my tea. Oh life, why thou so cruel?