If the Good Die Young

... Good grief, I'm gonna live forever.

So, MSN messenger has saved all the different conversations I've had in like, the past three years. So I'm sitting here reading over old conversations I've had with friends, and reading over old emails that were just too funny to delete. OMG, some of the stuff we've done/said/thought, is just too whacked out. There's something not right with us. Half of our communication to each other starts with the exact phrase "You know we're going to Hell for this". While I've worked so hard in my life to come across as this sweet girl, who never does anything bad, I don't smoke, drink, do drugs, sleep around, disrespect my parents, ect. I certainly have had my own unique ways of rebelling as a teenager.

*Sigh* which reminds me once more, that my days of being a teen are numbered. I've got 30 days left, that's it. Then I'm 20, no longer a teen. I know that legally I am considered to be an adult, but I just do not feel like one. However, I don't feel like a kid either. Basically, I've managed to find that "no-man's-land" between the two. I mean, I still live at home when I'm not at school, have follow my parents rules, and they still cover some of my expenses and bills. Then again, I do have a job, and I do pay a lot of my own expenses and bills, and I do have the freedom to do what I want with my time, I can go out whenever I want, and stay out for as long as I want, it's all up to me. My parents do a good job of trying to treat me like an adult. But seriously, I still don't seem to fully qualify as one. So yeah, I'm turning 20, but as I've heard said many times, age is just a number. In some ways I feel like I'm still 14, in others I sometimes feel like I'm 32, but I sure as hell don't feel like I'm 20.