I don’t expect anyone to understand me; I’m sure that no one does. And that’s alright with me. You can say that I’m a “teenager” and project that I’m going to get into trouble…that’s your opinion. I don’t need someone to tell me who I am… Or predict my future, for that matter … If I did, I would ask. I appreciate guidance. To an extent. I know myself and I know what I’m doing. I am able to look at a situation and make an appropriate judgement. I’m not sheltered to the harsh reality that is unfortuneately, sometimes, the way of the world. I’m not naive or easily swayed by anyone or anything. I may be, look, act 17. But, if anything, I don’t think 17. Age is just a number. It does not define me. I don’t care how old you may be. It does not make you superior. I don’t expect anything from anyone and have learned to work things out by myself so that, when the time comes, I won’t have to be dependent upon anyone but myself. I will go no where leaning on my expectations of others. This entry is not an expression of “teenage angst”… It’s not reflected on whether I’m angry about anything or anyone. I’m forever greatful for all of the people and experiences that influenced my life in such significant ways. There just comes a time,though, when you have to release all of your attachments and take care of yourself. I’ve never been so sure about anything in my whole life. People do not know this side of me. I can’t wait for the time I’ll be able to take off my happy high school mask…and that’s not to say I’m not happy… Because I’m surprisingly very happy most of the time…which I’ll never understand… It’ll just be nice not having to live up to and satisfy peoples expectations of me. I can’t wait for when I can be who I want to be and experience every good and bad thing that comes along with it.