In a week, I'll be 18. I'll be able to legally buy alcohol, which I won't do anyway. I'll be out of my parents' jurisdiction. I won't be free, but that will be my decision.
I'd imagine I'll start to care about all this again sometime like next Tuesday.
I didn't get much sleep last night - unsurprisingly, it hurt quite a lot every time I moved. Why do I do this to myself? No, you don't need to answer that - I know all the answers.
Enough random stuff. I'm lonely and bored but writing irrelevant nonsense in LJ isn't going to help with either of those.
I love you, and you. And you and you are wonderful. But we knew that.