Adulthood

Tomorrow, July 14th, marks my 18th birthday.

I don’t know whether to think of it as a fresh start or a milestone, but it must be significant right?

It could be a new beginning. A new beginning to my mental health? A reset to my attempt counter? Perhaps a new beginning to my relationship with myself.

Or a milestone. For awhile I didn’t think I’d make it to graduating high school. But there I was, under that white tent, getting handed my diploma. Then I thought I wouldn’t make it out of adolescence, to my 18th birthday, 1 month later. But here I am, with only 4 hours and 23 minutes left before I make it to that as well.

Or is it 4 hours and 23 minutes left before I lose the chance to escape adulthood?

Whichever it is, in 4 hours and 23 minutes, I’ll either be dead or alive.

Because in reality, whether it’s 11:59 on July 13th or 12:00 on July 14th, the world will move on, with or without me.