I think I've told myself that this is the beginning of the rest of my life on every single birthday since I was fourteen. I always believe that this year will be the year, and usually my expectations are met with some sort of craziness, whether it's good or bad, I embrace it all. This year is the year of legality, nineteen candles - which can either be a breath of fresh air or a nasty burden (I don't have the underage excuse anymore to back out of things I don't want to attend). I'm going to call this my year of independence; I'm investing a lot of time into brainstorming about my future, and I also think I may be getting my very first tattoo - both extremely scary in their separate ways. I love my birthday though, and who doesn't? A day dedicated just to me, a day to be pampered and loved and receive an overload of facebook notifications. The worst part? There's never been a year where tears haven't been spilt - maybe it's time to break the curse! So let's here it for birthdays and always, always celebrating to the fullest.