Everything Will Be Fine

Stepping into the 18th year of my life is frightening yet exciting.

I know it will be.

2013 is a huge turning point, and like all other challenges I've faced, I'm going to greet it with a big smile. I can't wait for the surprises along the way, can't wait to see what life has in store for me in a brand new life. I'm excited about the variety of people I'll meet, and things I'll be able to learn from my mistakes.

One more thing, I hope what I'll go through this year doesn't change who I am. I'm content with who I am now. May the past be left behind, may only the good times stay forever, may the future shower me with glorious victories.

MMXIII, I am born anew!

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