My first time...

I had a blog, but that was yesterday and this is now. And how vastly the former differs. It's my seventeenth birthday on Tuesday the 26th. What does that mean to me? Basically, that the past year has flown at warp speed and I'm only now catching my breath; that I feel a strange sense of sorrow for the loss of 16, although I'm certainly glad to be done with it; that I'm a year older; most importantly, that absolutely everything has changed, and will continue to do so. Life can be crazy and at times it seems that one can't help but follow its example. It's even harder to maintain sanity when living under the microscope that is and forever will be highschool; inescapable and inglorious. Perhaps this year will bring a cornicopia of discoveries but more likely adversities. However, that is daunting and I refuse to entertain such prospects at this time. Why? Because it's seriously depressing, duh. So this is moving on. This is a fresh start. How lucky I must be, because I seem to be getting a lot of them these days. The trick is how to live without needing a restart button. I'll get right on that.