Almost 18 and I still can never find the right set of words to string together to make whatever it is that a good introduction consists of.

Almost 18 and petrified for what’s ahead of me. 17 is a perfect age, a romantic age. A hopeless romantic like myself would surly be 17 forever if we had a choice.

Almost 18 and grateful for every single experience that has brought me here today. Even the bad ones.

Especially the bad ones.

For those are the ones that have been the most essential to my self discovery. I am equally grateful for every memory made from this point forward. I do not yet know what life will have to offer me, being not yet 18, but I truly cannot wait to find out.