I've been thinking a lot about the future, in terms of now. Today, for example, I was laying on my bed and I was thinking about things that are currently bothering me, and I couldn't help but wonder, am I even going to remember any of this, or any of these people in ten years? At a glance, ten years seems like a shorter amount of time than it is. It seems like I'll be the same person I am right now. However, ten years ago, I was six years old, and I had a Barbie ballerina backpack. Now, I'm sixteen, and I'm not even sure I own a backpack that isn't broken (Note: I looked. I have two backpacks that aren't broken.). I always find myself wondering who I'll still be talking to in the future, and what days I'll remember, and which one's I'll completely forget. Like, I can hardly tell you half of what happened on Tuesday of last week. But forgetting any of this scares me a little, because this is who I am right now. I suppose change is inevitable. Time will pass whether I want it to or not. I frequently discuss this here, but I can't seem to wrap my mind around the fact that things aren't going to be this way forever. But that's all part of the experience, I guess.