I am eighteen and my heart is singing. Since I last felt truly alive, many years have passed. I'm tired and desperate but still a spark of hope is alight within my heart. It makes me survived all these years. I still collect stamps, I still write letters to people, that is all the happiness I need. I want to laugh and laugh until it feels as though my lungs might burst. I think back to a simple day when time poured like warm honey. There is so much more to do. So many people to meet, so much more to love.

p/s : Eighteen and thriving.