I felt bad thinking I wouldn't have a journal entry for this year, that's all.
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What a strange time in my life. I think this is what it means to become an adult.
It's a strange, somewhat unpleasant feeling, getting shaped into something harder. But from here on, maybe I can be strong enough to support others like I have been supported.

I will continue to need help. I will never be able to exist alone, and I will always make mistakes. But maybe I can clean up more of my own messes instead of hoping others will.

I'm trying to look a it positively, because it is going to happen one way or another, this becoming an independent person. But I feel a bit lonesome for the innocence I had before, not being able to fathom what this feels like now. And knowing I can't return makes it a lonely feeling.