Now I'm fifteen and a day and it means... nothing, really. I don't know if my lack of excitement is due to the bitterness that comes with age (in Mexican culture I am a woman) or if I'm in some sort of a rut or because this is the great epiphany I'd been searching for year after year. But it at least meant cake, presents and I can finally get a job.
That's what I have to look forward to now. Getting a J-A-B.
At least I got this really pretty watch: (be jelly)