I’ve been patiently waiting to release this personal essay – and I decided a month ago when I finished it that I would wait until today.

It’s the story of my nineteenth birthday, and it’s called The Hangover.

It’s a personal essay, which means it’s nonfiction.

There are people who will not be happy about the release of this piece, but I’m sorry – I can’t hide any longer.

P.S. The girl has read it, and, amazingly, she was not freaked out.