Where does the time go?

I never really wanted to grow up. It was never really a choice for me, either.

It was something that I was forced to do, but no one ever came out and told me I had to. But I always knew what was expected of me.

I didn’t have anyone there to hold my hand and walk me through the whole growing up process. In a sense, I was kind of on my own.

Now that I think about it, I’ve been on my own for about seven years now. I don’t know whether to be grateful or feel abandoned — although I feel both frequently.

It’s crazy — and it scares me — to think that I’ll be 18 in less than a month. Before I know it, I’ll be literally on my own. I’m not sure if that scares me, or excites me.