I've been thinking about my life. Why haven't I grown. I'm 17. I shouldn't have done a lot I'm not proud of. But I seem to get through it. I don't even know who I am. And I know I just have to live my life to find out. The answers to my questions are almost impossible to get for anyone else. I can't even think. Am I really crazy? It does seem that way at times. I want something different. I want more out of life.--