I had a great birthday, the best in years. No, I didn't have a huge party, no balloons, no champagne...
Ever since I turned 17, I've had some sort of birthday depression every year. Nothing serious, but every birthday just reminded me of everything I should have achieved but didn't. But this birthday was different. Those things I "should have achieved" are not things I actually want to achieve. This is my life, and I live it the way I want - not the way some people think I should want. Whoa, I feel almost like an adult...















