I turned 18, in december, 12 of 2016. Being eighteen was the year of my senior year. I am class of 2017, proudly graduated. Eighteen was the year I lost my virginity to a random, a week after my birthday. Sometimes he keeps touch to me. We had *** last night actually. Eighteen was the year of my first time ever being able to free my sexuality. I'm more sexually active than i thought i could imagine. Being 18, was the first time I tried **** and cigarettes.  I had my first new years eve kiss, along with ***. That same month, i fell in love with a guy a year older than me. His name was Chad. Broke my heart 2 weeks after. March, I tried acid for the first time. Amazing experience. Same month, started talking and fell in love with a boy same age as me. Broke my heart. Gave him another chance. He lied, used me to lose his virginity in July. That same summer of June, hooked up with a guy 2 years older than me. Didn't think of him much. Thought he was gonna be a one time thing, but we saw each again and again. Caught feelings for him. He was the only guy i was ever comfortable being naked. I loved how sweet he was. We ended stopped talking end of summer because he lives far. He actually hit me up weeks ago. Told me if i was ever in his city, to hit him up. Not gonna lie, i kinda still like him. August, i gave some guy road head while his homie was in the back. He didn't pay attention. I tried committing suicide this year. None of my parents cared enough. I'm not in college because of my immigration status. Something that i ******* hate. October, another guy (a senior in hs) used me to lose his virginity. Got over it. ****** another 2 guys that same month. It's November now. I love the taste of alcohol. I love the feeling of being drunk. I'm starting to like going to bailes. I learned alot in the past 11 months. I've learned to stop letting guys manipulate me. I've learned to be safe at ***. I've learned that i do not want to settle down in a relationship. Not now. I love being single. I've learned my best friend since 7th grade, isn't my best friend anymore and that's okay. I'm still young, and i will continue to grow and find new people along the way. I've learned that i hate eating meat. Except chicken. What i do wanna prepare myself, is that i wish i could learn to love myself. I don't love my body. Starting on that soon. Next month, I'll be 19. Hopefully, good things will happen to me.