It was delicious, and now I am quite sustained, though I hope I got the insulin right!
(I would have taken a photograph, but I burnt some of them a bit and they were rather ugly-looking.)
Anyhow, now I'm 18. Not a minor. Not someone who should need so much guidance. I am 18, and though I have no ideal party to celebrate it with, or many friends to liven the next year, I have some things: special things (the class ranking is very close; maybe I can advance beyond #5) and mundane ones (the privilege of school, my house, the same old music CDs, etc.). (Some things, like the fact that my CNA preparation course takes place on my birthday, are both).