Dear Diary,
They say there’s something special about turning eighteen. Leaving your childhood days behind. But my brother celebrated his birthday in August and said that he doesn’t feel any different. Under the given circumstances, his birthday was the last thing on his mind. We did just say goodbye to grandpa.
I would ask Hunter how being eighteen years old feels like, but to be honest … I don’t really want to. Uhm, I guess I’ll just have to find out on my own. Okay, that’s it for today, mic drop.
In the next week, our lovebirds return home. Which means that I can live in peace in my own room. At least until I’m suddenly ambushed by both my brother and his girlfriend. They close themselves into my room, while I look at them like they’re mental.
“Is there something I can help you with?
