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Within the past few years time has sped up for me, as it does everyone I guess, and it's quite sad that things have to go so fricken fast. I sit here and look at myself like a little over a year ago and how much things have changed and I can't even calculate when these changes occured. My brother's married, my other brother who attempted to murder me numerous times when we were younger now tells me he loves me and I just can't comprehend when I turned from six to sixteen. Where the hell will I be in two years? I won't even know until they're right on top of me and it's already happend. A year has gone by like a month for me & I find myself worried that I never have enough time. I have nightmares about my mom, and about the place I love more than anything and it's so fucking confusing. Why would it make me sad that my blood-related enemy is leaving when all he did while he was here was turn everyone against me? & why do I keep holding onto something that is no longer there?