Tomorrow I will become eighteen years of age. It seems as if time has gone by much too quickly. I have gone through such a drastic change in these past few months. I am not anywhere near the same person I had been. I suppose I am satisfied with this. Actually, I never want to go back to who I was. I would very much prefer to go on through my metaphoric life falling head first into this ocean of the unknown, without regrets. There is no need for me to set a limit on who I can be just because I believe it is the right thing to do. I will never be who I am now, as I am not who I was. Who am I to decide what my future self is capable of? I hope I can at least keep that mentality. I have been trying to break away from this mold I have been forced into because of those around me. Not that they are anyone to blame, we have all been tweaked as a result of others. It is depressing to know that a single human cannot develop mentally without the affiliation of others. Or maybe it is not so unfortunate. Cheers to eighteen years of life as we know it.