It's my birthday today...not that anyone bothers to remember my birthday. I'm eighteen today... joy. I'm legal... whoopdifuckingdoo. I thought of him today... realized that the seventh was the day he left me the first time last year... Everything reminds me of him.. I'm trying not to dwell, though. I'm trying, really -trying- to move on. He'll always hold a part of me, there's no changing that... but I'm hoping I'll learn to feel again. I'm starting to... I have a crush... That's a good sign. But... a crush is often just that...a -crush-. Consider the butterfly... in strong fingers. Maybe, though... I'll get lucky this time. If only luck was on my side.