It's bizarre that when I think about my past &myself in the past, I think of some completely different person. I don't know if I've really changed that much, or if I just don't want to look at myself in the past as me. I really can't stop thinking about how much I (still) want my life to change, but I really don't know how to make it happen. Maybe I really don't know what I want at all, which would make sense since I'm trying to exclude my past from my present. Mmm, growing up.