Moving On
I realized that I've matured in some ways, even though I'm still one through 16 years old. I'm no longer trying to figure out what I like and dislike. I know now. And I no longer feel the need to describe myself as if I were another person reading about me. I love how things just seem to come together with age, even though I sometimes have to figure out why I'm still feeling down about nothing, but that's most likely the effect of getting little sleep, thus causing me to be more pessimistic than I normally am. I guess that I have long ways to go, but at least I know where I'm going.