It's 1:00 a.m. I can't sleep.

An interesting thought for you. Four days left of school this year. One more year of highschool. Then it's time to grow up. Be a man. Get a job. Start a family. Do whatever it is that men do with their adult lives. It makes me wonder. I'm only a year away from "the real world."

I need to go to college. Just to escape all that.

In two months and four days I will be 18 years old. That is a different thing. But not so different. Growing up is such a let down. Do you remember being young and looking forward to turning 18? Or even 16? Or whatever? But then, as you approach it all, you realize that it's nothing so very special. It just a number. Of days and months and years. And people are still dicks, and everyone still looks down on you, and you get a lot of new things to be hurt by. Things you didn't know where out there when you were little. Because friendship used to mean something. It was a real, tangible thing. Not just a waste of time.

- posted by Jonathan@ 12:59 AM