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In a perfect world, my family and friends would be standing around the kitchen table singing me happy birthday. In a perfect world, I would have true friends, and a real family that actually cared about me. However, this is reality, and reality is never perfect.

The good in my sad story is that I am finally 18, so now I can legally go live on my own and take care of myself. I have been waiting my whole life for this day. Currently however, my birthday is not going the way I thought it would. First of all, I’ve felt nauseous all day with a weird feeling deep in my gut. Second of all, I have seen my adopted parents numerous times throughout the day, but they have barely even acknowledged me, so of course they never wished me a happy birthday. It is nothing to be surprised about however. I have practically been ignored by everyone my entire life.

In two days I can get away from all the madness. I am planning on flying to Paris and try to make a residence there. I have saved up my entire life so I could get away, and now I finally have the chance to.

I have never felt like I belonged where I am now. I feel like no one cares for me and I am in no kind of way appreciated. The feeling makes me sick and makes my skin itch with metaphorical self hatred, and all I wish for is to get rid of the sense of not belonging anywhere.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I listen to the usual clatters and honks from the streets of New York City. I really do love the city. I love the millions of different types of people, and all the interesting things they hide within themselves. It’s a shame that I’m leaving. I will be back one day, and that is a promise I vow to keep.

I am ready for my adventure of life to consume me. 

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