Michaela's journal II

my birthday

Honestly, I never looked forward to my birthday all that much when I was younger. Having all that attention on just me made me a little uncomfortable. But there was a point in my life I didn't think I'd live to ten or eleven or thirteen. And today I turned sixteen. Sixteen and I'm still alive. I think that's worth celebrating. I ate cake today and I didn't worry about the calories or anything. This year is going to be better than the last one. I swear it.