Birthday Eve

Today I feel self-important. I feel vain. I also feel wonderful, and excited, and free. And the mix of both is making me sick. Every emotion that one can have the night before their eighteenth birthday is brewing in my stomach and frying up my lungs, punished as they’re waiting for the verdict come tomorrow. I don’t know why I’m so nervous for something I’ve … Continue reading Birthday Eve


Time will go as fast as it fancies to. That is what September has taught me. In August, time almost dragged until the very end. Every day barely passed, every day lasted years. Until it was September. The first few days of it passed the same, two weeks of book research and Driver’s Test handbooks, until I got an email. It was from the Choreographer … Continue reading September