So... as of one hour and forty minutes ago I am twenty one years old. Strange... I don't drink so it's not that exciting. Infact I'm terrified. This means I have no excuse to escape going out with friends to clubs or bars. I'm scared to go. I hate cigarette smoke, drunk people, and large crowds... especially when they are people I don't know. So how do I cope? Fit in? What if a guy offers to buy me a drink? What do I say and how do I let him know that I don't drink. I don't see it as a problem but some people do... which is sad. I don't want to be the only person out not enjoying themselves and not having something in my hand to drink. And this just means that there's one less year of my life. One less year to experience wonderful things. One year closer to the real world filled with huge problems. One less year to find someone wonderful and make lasting friendships. I don't feel like I have very good friends. My "best friend" Elisa promised me for months and months that she would plan me a huge twenty first party and she put no effort into planning anything. The pathetic gathering I put together myself is a letdown even though I tried not getting my hopes up. She probably won't even attend like most of my other friends. I'm lonley.