Everything is falling into place.

So I'm done first year. I've been done for over 2 months. Life was good to me then, and continues to be great.

I still don't want to grow up.

In the last week, I got a job, my partial I-can-drive-myself-now-but-not-full license, a place to stay, and a midterm nice and done. I wrote some crap that is doing relatively decently, said goodbye to friends that will likely not be seen for a LONG LONG time, and grew up a little. Gained responsibilities.

I watched Toy Story 3 today... with a friend moving out of province. That's far enough to constitute a plane ride. I wanted to cry when I left, but I'd cried all my tears at the end of the movie. It's a good movie; go see it.

I should start prepping for life more-or-less alone. No people down the hall to barge in on, no parents to bother me when I'm on the internet, no... company. Except for math class, work, and the roommate. Who is so surprisingly like me, despite not knowing her all that well, that it's insane.

We'll see if we get along, I guess. I'm afraid I'll do something wrong.

I think there's something wrong with my body. Doctors don't agree, it seems, but they still want me on meds. I don't want the meds, because I'm ok with what's wrong with my body, really. But... maybe the meds can make the mental anguish go away... make me into the person I want to be. Maybe what's wrong with my body is what's messing with my head...

But there's no way to know, cuz I'm not taking the meds. Ever. On pain of death.


Must be going, since i have work in the morrow, but...

Thought I'd drop a line. Life's good. Not that anyone's reading...

I'm getting older too fast. And that scares me.