Scheiße, Be Mine.

Though I’m 18 now, I feel as if I’m still 14. I feel as if I’m still that one loser freshman people take no notice of. Back in the days where I had no voice. Now you hear my voice whether you like it or not. I’ve realized how much I’ve truly grown in the past four years, but there’s always that part of me that will never change. I don’t feel different, but I know for a fact that I’ve matured quite significantly since those years. Because of this, I feel really uncomfortable with all of these new responsibilities getting thrown at my face all of a sudden. I’m about to set off on my own to pursue a prestigious education, and to lay the very building blocks of my future. Everybody who’s been in my life up to this point has taught me one thing or another, and has provided me with a safety net incase I fall. But I can’t rely on them any longer. I’m about to set flight on my own, if I fall, I need to be able to pick myself up. I need to make my own decisions and choose which paths to take. And that’s what scares me. I don’t feel ready, but time waits for no one.