Its terrifying how fast the years are going back. When the days are short it means I have to watch all my friends graduate without me, as I endure another year of the same thing until I am free, alone, of the school system. I am going to have to watch each and every one of the only people who bring me joy in an empty existence leave my life for the real, hostile world of adults. The prospect scares me, and though I had hoped to raise my grades to the point of graduating a year early, the schedule system makes it impossible for me. And so I have to watch, and wonder what I will do with my own life after highschool. I am scared about growing up.