twenty.

Leaving my teenage years scares me. I'm scared of uncertainty and a new decade. The last year of my 'teenage' years was honestly the worst year of my life. I learned about how hard life can really be and how it doesn't matter, you just have to push through. I've always been a pretty 'soft' person but everything I went through this year pushed me to be meaner, I guess, or just tougher. Having the world totally against you and being alone taught me to have my own back. Most people are good people but only when it suits them. If anyone is ever against them their morals suddenly disappear and cease to exist. I'm scared but excited for what's to come, and I hope I look back on this mini journal entry and feel happy because I've grown.