18

It is time for me to address my fear that has been in the back of my mind for quite some time.

I have a fear of dying at the age of 18.

While it may seem a little silly because it's so close to being my birthday....I still have have a slight doubt.

My 18th year of life was definitely not a fun one. It's a shame because 18 is my favorite number.

Just today someone jokingly and unknowingly pinned my death date during the sunrise on day of my birthday. I don't technically turn 19 until after sunrise.

I mean, I'm fairly confident I won't die....but that's a little eerie.

Considering what has happened to me this year, the next few days should be a piece of cake...right?

~AM