Tommorow, I’m gonna be 18

I’m 17 years old, level 2 autism, quite childish for my age. I’m going to be 18 tommorow, and i’ll say it’s bittersweet.

I’ve always loved Birthdays, a special day just for me. They make me feel appreciated, or hurt when i’m not. It’s complicated. 

Although, being 18 opens a lot of opportunities for me, which i’m excited for. That responsibility is really scary, especially when i don’t keep up with my current responsibilities. I’ll be finishing high school via penn foster over the summer. I’m excited to start college next year, if i’m being honest.

I’m getting a lot of kangel figures for my birthday i’ve been clued in, so that makes me happy. she’s always been a lot like me. it’s not just the mood swings and the substance abuse, i swear. We have similar interests and a similar way of talking and i feel very seen in her. 

My scars have faded enough for me to wear cute blouses without worrying about being hassled by others, so i’m happy for that as well.