When September ends.

When September ends this year, I'll be seventeen years old. One year closer to being the societal "adult". I think I know what I'm going to do with my life; after all this high school facade is over and I'm really just in the world. I find the thought of moving out exciting, I'm not afraid of responsibilites or work. I'm more afraid of losing good people, and being alone. I'm going to do my best to keep the ones I love close, but one day we will all be more distant than we ever thought, or wanted. These years of my life have been good to me, no matter how much I say I hate being young and dumb. These years have made me, changed me, and shaped me; all the things I am and all the things I'm going to be. One year closer to being a "free" adult, but it's also one year closer to missing my childhood. I hope I never really grow up, if I do someone bring me back to how it used to be.

Hey there.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. - The Great Gatsby

As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood; Disasters in the sun. - Hamlet