In less than 2 hours...
I will be 18 years old. I'll be considered an adult. I'll have the freedom to make my own decisions and live my life for me. Not my parents. So what am i not the happiest person in the world right now? Oh yes...because other than the fact that i'm almost 18, none of that is true. I will still live under the iron rule of my parents answering their every beckon call. I will still have to be home at 11pm and ask permission to drive MY car places. I will still be at risk for grounding and other foolishness from which i actually thought that 17 years of being the ever obedient goody two shoes daughter would deliver me. But no. I was sadly mistaken. About many things. And so, on the eve of my 18th birthday, i sit enraged, not at my predicament, but at the mere fact that there is nothing i can do about it. Happy birthday to me...