Growing too fast.

I registered for classes a couple of days ago. I was excited. I felt like a college student.

But that got me thinking about the future and being on my own. All alone.

Then I started thinking about how bad I am with money.

Then I realized how much I'd hate to be poor for the rest of my life.

Before all this I thought I'd marry rich or something, I don't know why, though, because there's really nothing about me that a rich guy would want. But I thought I'd live a comfortable life with my future husband while I got to write and dream and someday make a little money off of my work.

But this week got me thinking that I should probably stop thinking like this. I need to take care of myself. In every single way.

I've also learned that I need to enjoy the time I have now. It's the only thing keeping me sane.

I think it'll be fine.

Or, at least that's what I'm hoping for.