So people say that things are supposed to happen in life. Everything happens for a reason, and all that nonsense. But today, whenever I was teaching my little second graders, I realized that I really don't want to grow up. Of course, working is something I had to do to grow up, and I don't know what I'd do without work, but the main thing is: I don't know what I'm going to do without my parents there to support me every step of the way. My parents have always been there for me, even if sometimes they get really mad, they always have. For example, on Friday, someone rear-ended my car, and my dad took complete car of everything (because I had NO IDEA of what I was going to do.) On one part, I'm completely grateful, and on the other, it kind of completely saved my life for that moment. A little girl was saying about how she couldn't wait to grow up and be like me... but I can. I don't want this year to end, no matter how much I hate school. I don't want to be fully dependant and vulnerable by myself forever. The sound of that is just utterly terryfying.

Of course, I'm not even fully grown. I don't know what it's like to make my own payments and take full responsibility of everything myself. I really don't want to either. I'm going to be the kid in graduate school still single, living with my parents with my parents supporting me with every bit they do presently. It's something that I'm completely terrified of, unless I marry a billionaire.