I'm obsessed with my past and I'm scared for the future. Not too good of a combination is it? I'm scared of growing up and having to experience being on my own. My dependency on others has grown to the point of absurdness, to the point of sin. How do I correct this, when I just act like I don't care, that it doesn't matter, when truly it does to the point of pain? Hurt.

Can paper bleed?
If I cut it would it cry?
Does it like to be written on?

Tonight made me realize that my youth is slowly fading and the fact that I'm already a Junior in Highschool is not going to last. The lockers, lunch tables, and passing periods are soon going to be over. I'm going grow up. I'm getting old. Too fast. Way too fast.

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