It seems like I just… turned. No, I’m not a werewolf. Not even some kind of weird hybrid-creature that will kill you.
I just turned eighteen yesterday, that’s all there’s to say.
So, my parents will not have to sign anything for me anymore. If I mess up with something, I’ll be the one who takes the entire responsibility. It also means that I’m not a teen anymore, I’m a legal adult, with all the painful consequences.
But you know what? Screw definitions.
I do understand some stuff children don’t, but I don’t think I’m really different from them deep inside. I’m still a child. Moody, adventurous, with dreams bigger that what the world can contain. But that’s exactly the part of me that I don’t want to let go. Perhaps I’ll die a little girl.
But here’s the thing: I made myself a gift. Late as always, but that’s fine I guess.
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