It is my birthday. Today, I turn 18.
I will eat, drink and be merry.
I will sing to the radio and not get punched for it.
I will be allowed more solos in my guitar playing in the church band.
I will eat junk food until I'm stuffed full.
I will finally be able to release my self from the cage. (Refer to Journals, March 11, 2003, March 12, 2003 and March 13, 2003).
18 feels like 17. Nothing has changed other then being one year older. I am who I am, but I told myself along time ago that 18 will be more liberating then any other time. Freedom in a sense to me. I have a conservative background and through that I put certain restrictions on myself. These restrictions are now lifted.
I AM 18