Tomorrow, May 21, I'll be nineteen. Next 365 days, I'll be twenty and so on. I've come up with an idea on how to celebrate my birthday, so here's the plan: I'd rather celebrate my birthday with a street child (or I'll make it street children if I can handle them quite easily) instead of throwing a party because I've spent already eighteen birthdays with friends and family. This time, I want it to be something different. And I want to serve as a good example to my friends.
P.S. It took me almost nineteen years to be happy, and I won't make any huge mistake to feel miserable again. (smiles)