It’s weird to think that within four years things can change so much. It may seem like a long time, it may seem short. My interests and passions have changed and expanded. My outlook on life has been revised a few times. Even though I want to say that I am the same person and that I haven’t changed at all, that would be a lie. I have changed, in both good and bad. I am growing up and that honestly terrifies me. Life is just going to be tougher and even more stressful. I have always been the type of person to be scared to take chances, I take very few risks in my life. I am in this little shell and I know eventually I will have to break out. Rejection is the number fear I have. I don’t want to be a failure. All of these thoughts cluster my mind everyday and affect my sleep at night. Growing up is extremely intimidating and I don’t even know if I am ready for it. At times I feel very mature for my age in certain situations and other times I feel immature. All I want in life is to be successful and to be completely passionate about something. Sometimes I feel selfish for wanting to succeeded. I think about having a family all the time. I think about my ideal husband and my ideal children. I think about my ideal home, all the memories that will form there. I think about how my children will be and that I hope I will be a good parent. I would want nothing but the best for them, I would want them to have the drive for what they want. I wouldn’t want them to feel the pressure of society, I wouldn’t want them to feel like they were never good enough.