I'm old.

I turned eighteen yesterday.
I don't feel different.
I wanted to buy cigarettes, but then I wouldn't know what to do with them.
I went out with my dad and my boyfriend.
We bought sandwiches somewhere in Santa Monica.
My dad gave me $100, a Maya Angelou book, and a book by Barack Obama.
Then went to a friends house to eat Enchiladas.
They were so delicious.
I am happy.


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