So I've been feeling a little down lately, mostly because the realization has started to kick in that 1.) I'm 18, no longer a 'minor' and 2.) I'm out of high school.  
 
Now, I wouldn't mind it so much, but I feel as though this has all happened much too fast. I feel as though I have missed out on a lot of things, some of which are too late to go back for. I don't feel 'young' anymore, and have began to notice myself age.  
 
I remember eagerly anticipating the day I would finally finish high school, when I would be on my own, responsible for my own well being; now that that dream has become a reality, however, it is not as appealing as I once hoped it would be.  
 
I know, unfortunately, that I will probably never see many of my fellow colleagues again, some that I had known for nearly half my life. Many of them have changed though, becoming into something I never knew they could succumb to. Worst of all I knew I could have prevented it, saved them even, but that is another story for a different day. 
 
It is a little scary and exciting at the same time, really. The thought of being 'grown-up' may seem overwhelming, but that is to be expected; you have spent your entire life up to this point as a dependent learner, absorbing vital information in order to function in this dog-eat-dog world. I should be thankful for having such good memories of my earlier life, but what good is living in the past? None, I don't think.
  
And as if things couldn't get any more 'real', Garfield has made me self-aware of my own sick, tainted mind: