I am 18. Everyone says that now I am an “adult”, but inside I’m still half a girl who does not know what she wants for breakfast, and half a woman who should decide who to be in this life.
I'm learning to choose. Myself. Your mood. Your future. But so far I often choose incorrectly. It happens that I cry because of trifles and smile at the most strange moments. I am learning to be independent, but sometimes I really want someone to take the hand and said: "Everything will be fine."

I am 18, and I am just beginning to understand that freedom is not only a joy, but also responsibility. What every choice is the consequences, for every word - influence. And that people do not always remain, even if they promise.

I try, I am mistaken, I'm afraid, inspired, fall in love, disappointed. I live. This is the whole point.