

If there is a day that scares me most, it’s my birthday. It’s a reminder that I’m another year older, another year closer to… what? Another year of trying to make my life something meaningful, I suppose. Another year of pretending I have it all together when inside, I feel like a mess. Turning 18 should feel like a milestone, but for me, it’s a deadline. A deadline to finally get it right. To finally be something more than the pretty face everyone notices but no one really knows.