so here it is - the day of my birth. exactly 18 years ago, a bit too early, i decided to get the hell outta there and meet the different world (it can be nice and cruel). of course, i had certain expectations about this day - a new camera, feeling joy of joys, but... no camera, but a DKNY watch, and joy of joys turned to be a simple floating around and thinkin "well now, i can go to more places". not too bad. the first msg i got from my bf, it said "the rest of your life starts today" sounds kinda sad, the rest of my life.... of well. the next bd i will be waitin for is in two years. i will be 20. but for now im 18. and it is pretty possible to wait, and the age is not actually mythical.