For quite a while now, I've been thinking about my future. No matter how many times I do, however, I always end up getting scared or nervous. It stares when I realize just how unprepared I am to face my life alone. I'm still quite attached to my life at home, and I know some time soon I'm going to have to leave it. Next February holds my 18th Birthday. My Day of Reckoning. Every time I try to should the weight of the responsibilities I have coming to me, I find that I am, in my current state, too weak to handle them. I'm not putting myself down, honestly. I'm being realistic. In my current state of being, I cannot possibly hope to live on my own, I cannot possibly hope to reach my goals, and I cannot possibly hope to succeed. This is stuff I already know. But somehow, I still feel that sick heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think about it all. I still become overwhelmed and feel like crying. Never before have I felt this crushing feeling of inevitability and hopelessness. I know I can achieve greatness if I try, but I still can't help but question if I can really make it. One begins to wonder if I'll ever realize dreams. They seem so unrealistic, and yet, I still hope for them with all my might. I still cling to them with everything I have. In the end, they still seem like a conceivable goal. I guess, what I'm really trying to say is, I'm scared. I'm hoping for the best, but prepared for the worst.