I used to be funner, lighter, less dark. I used to think about different things. I used to read. And write.
It's probably just a growing up thing. But it's weird. It's weird to think about graduating in two years, and then comes the rest of my life, just like that. I'll be grown up. No more having other people help me or be responsible for me. "When I grow up" is just around the corner.
I don't even know how I'm supposed to do this.
I don't know how to do stuff.
And I like being a kid.
Why is this so hard?