50 minutes to live...

I've always dreaded my 21st Birthday. Since I turned 17, I've had this fear that I would not live past my 21st birthday. The fear just kept nagging, and nagging. It was a curse! Only in the past year or so has the fear subsided and I've forgotten about it. Now it resurfaced yesterday when I realized that today was my birthday, my last for all I feared. I don't know if my fear has any ground or if theres any truth to it, or if it just means the beginning of a new life instead of an end like I always thought, but we shall soon see. I live today without fear, guilt, or regrets. May my wish come true and I continue to live so, if not I love those people I hold closest to me and hope they know it. This is probably really silly, and I'm gonna look back on this tomorrow and laugh, but oh well. G'night all.