It's so strange how things can change. One day you can wake up and life is the same, and the next day you can wake up and everything is different. I don't even know where to start. I feel like I'm ready to let go of the past- and move onto the future. What exactly do I mean by past? What I've grown up with. Who I've grown up with. The town I grew up with. It's like everything that I've held onto has somewhat slipped from underneith me. Friends that I've shared my first drinks with, and a boy I've somehow kept in my life no matter what was going on with our relationship. It's almost as if all of this happening because there's something new, and better thats yet to come. These people that I'm moving on from don't deserve me in their lives. I deserve to be called beautiful instead of cute. I deserve to be appreciated. I deserve exactly what he can't give me. It's amazing that getting intimate with someone can draw such conclusions. I put him on a pedostle that he didn't even deserve to be on. He's not all I thought he was. It's amazing the kind of tricks your mind can play on you. It was all in my head. I deserve friends that aren't superficial. One day all the drinking and dating will come to an end. What do they have going for them? At this point I couldn't be anymore thankful to have another life out there. Another life that I'm ready to pick up again. It's time to end this chapter in my life and start a new one. I believe that my first year away at college was my transition sentence. Conclusion if you will. See you when you're 40.