I the September 28th I turned eighteen. Eighteen
. It 's a number that haunts me, was the embodiment of all my fears.
Fear of being another 18 years to look after a mediocre and horrible past, fear of not being an adult, afraid of what will be live, finding a job, raise a family.
short, fear and nothing else. E 'a sentiment of ancestry.
Then comes the fateful day, you wake up, and you seem not to hear anything new. And so, I do not hear anything new, except the knowledge that now this obstacle is overcome, he outlined a new, long dreaded this birthday but did not leave nothing. Why
bottom 18 is just a number. It 's a semi-perfect number, and blood in the face of Naples, is the coming of age, is the atomic number of Argon and many other things, but primarily , it's just a number. I have many other
eighteen to overcome, and honestly it's nice, for once, realize that our worst nightmare was just a puff of smoke from his thoughts.
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