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I thought I'd take some time to reflect on my life now that I am in a depressed state of mind. I am now 18 years old. I used to talk about big things changing when I turned 18 and not much changed at all. As I person, I have changed. I strive to be that better person I know I can be. I still feel weakness sometimes though, that something missing. It's always been there, but it doesn't hurt that often anymore. I do a great job filling the space when I realize how much something can mean to me in this lifetime. The small things can go a long way. I don't know what to say. I feel like this journal was the only way I could vent back then. Now I know I can talk to those who care. I don't need to feel lonely anymore. I know I'm loved.