Cleaning my Room

I was cleaning my room (yes a teenager cleaning her room I know it's amazing) and I found a lot of old papers and poems and drawings and things like that.  I found a story that I was trying to write a couple of years ago, but never really got a chance to finish it- as if I have ever been that great at finishing a story.  I guess that's because my life story isn't finished yet; not even close, so why would any of my written, made up stories be finished.  Maybe someday, I will finish them.  When?  I have no idea. 

Looking through my room also reminded me of all the things that have changed throughout the past couple of years.  I have become a completely different person than I was in 8th grade or when I was a Freshman.  Seems like it was so long ago.  I remember time going so fast to me, but still it seems like so long.  I guess thats life, though. 

Something else I realized while I was cleaning today;  I am afraid to grow up.  I am excited and ready to be done with high school, but I am afraid to really be an adult, and be on my own, without someone providing me with what I need.  What if I forget to eat?!?!?!  I do that sometimes.  It scares me because when I am alone, I may make the wrong decision and do something unhealthy.  I won't have my mother with me to keep me in line or to keep me eating.  Yes, these are the things that I think about while cleaning.  Maybe that's why it takes me so long to get it done...  Something that I will have to work on.