I wrote this yesterday.
Honeycomb Tea:🔅🍯☕
Entry 1: Life
Date: Wed, May, 6, 2026
Age: 18 😘💗
Place: N/A
Sweet 18
My 17th year has come to an end. They want you, “Omgoodness.” They. want. you. “What am I supposed to do at 18?!” I am “finally an adult” as they say…but…. But, they only want you when your 17, I'm not 21, but 18’s no fun💀. Today I spent my whole day at school as usual, No one knew. No presents, no cake, just schoolwork. The only person that said happy birthday to me at school was my first period teacher and I'm the one that announced it. He slid a form on my desk and said that I need a parent to sign off on the movies we'd be watching in class, unless I was 18+. I ended up saying luckily I turned 18 today, so that won't be a problem.
It's not like no one said happy birthday to me, because we moved to a different area, I live far away from everyone who knows me
It's the thought that counts but seeing “Happy birthday, Destiny” through the screen feels a bit empty. It's not like I don't appreciate it, I do, I'm grateful to everyone that remembered, I just feel distant is all. I stayed after school for Crafts Club and worked on my project bag that I'm so happy about. I'm making a denim bag with a bee appliqué. For a sweet 18, it doesn't feel that sweet.. It feels like a normal day.
Just starting a new school with 2 months left of the school year, everyone gots friends and no one wants to “babysit” the new kid, so I've been on my own, every class is silent, but it feels like everyone is watching me. After Crafts Club, I walked home listening to music which was nice. I'm not an introvert but I do love to walk and I love my music so I didn't mind walking back “home” to the motel.
Yes we're homeless, the organization we're with has placed us here instead of a shelter. No it's not a luxury, the place is burning my lungs from the inside out, and the motel we got transferred from was even worse. I feel sorry for the little kids that breathe that in everyday, damaging their lungs before they even reach my age.
I came up the elevator and slid the keycard in the door and flopped on the bed, took off my knee braces from my aching legs and that was it. My mom, my siblings and Dad said happy birthday to me as well as my moms bf, my parents are getting divorced. I texted my bestie around 4hrs away before doing homework. After that I was in and out of sleep, reading webtoons and drowning out my problems. Seems like nothing can be sweet without the perfume money brings.
I am unemployed, my mom is unemployed, my Dad is trying his best…but he's not in the right head space. I can't even cry, I tried the tears just don't come, or sometimes I hold them back since I don't want to cry on my “big day.” My “Sweet 16” wasn't sweet either, but at least I got a cake, at least I think I did. I don't even like cake, the icing is too much and I never like the filling. But happy birthday to me✨. I'm alive and have dreams I want to turn into reality. I'll survive as I always do.