I've been thinking lately about how life changes so fast. How did we get to this point? It wasn't always like this...


I miss a lot of things. I'm not sure what I'm even looking forward to any more. That sounds sad and pathetic, but I don't mean it that way. But I don't want to start the next part of my life. Because just as much as people tell me I'll like it, I can't get myself to believe it. I feel stuck.

Don't take this as a pathetic rant because I have nothing do to with myself. Please don't. It is just this odd feeling, and maybe I want to admit that I like it, or maybe I don't.

ha