Mature...ish

I feel grown up.

I can't wait to move out, I mean common an apartment, no bedtime, no rules just don't piss off the landlord.

It's going to be too much fun, more responsibility than I could handle, and I'll get burnt out and sick of it fast before I get used to it, but for now I can dream of the good times I'll have in a shitty room with a mattress, TV, and microwave.

The privacy will mess up my life. I'll lose all hope of morallity most likely.

But maybe not.

In this last year I feel much more grown up. So much has happened that I would have never guess possible even just 6 months ago. I've seen, done, felt things that I didn't know existed except maybe in imagination.

I feel like I have gone through more this year than my other 15 combined plus 3 minus 1 times 2.

It is exciting, I handle things better. Problems just don't seem like the end of the world now. Basically I can see straight where the edges were once blurry. I can start making a plan and get off my lazy ass. I need to stretch!

Yet, in another year, at my pace I'll look back at this and think wow what a little loser snot I was...

Funny how it works like that all the time, I mean go back in time a year and I would have been like, im on top of the world compared to the year before. Its like a line of never ending betterness and I like it.