I turn eighteen tomorrow. I have been on this earth for a millennium, but apart from that nothing too ‘wooahhh’ has happened so far. Forever, I have believed that turning eighteen would open some mysterious door into adulthood and freedom. Let’s see about that. Now, all I am looking forward to is turning into a semi alcoholic spending my evenings in pubs rubbing shoulders with geriatrics and sipping on whatever I can afford. Daaarling, don’t I just exude class?

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