College life has welcomed me with pretty open arms. Granted, I'm supposed to be studying and working on a paper. But isn't that what's supposed to happen in college?

I've moved away from home and successfully made a group of friends. When did I ever see this coming? It's not as hard, nor as easy as it's made out to be. It has its challenges, but it also has its massive amounts of fun. Like staying up until 2 playing zombie video games. But then there are the times when I have to settle down and get work done. And then take a break. Like right now.

I'm surviving. No...thriving. I feel good. I feel more independent. I feel like some of the friendships I have made are going to be wonderful. And old ones are still keeping up. It's different not being around my parents, and not being able to see Steve as often as we used to. But we're doing so well.

It's incredible how fast you can grow up. Of course there are the exceptions, and I've always thought of myself as mature, but now that I'm out on my own, it's confirmed. Here, everything is up to you. Whatever you want - or don't want - to do. It's your responsibility now. It's the challenge of the college student to rise up to this. I'm choosing the path of my life now. I don't exactly know right now where it will take me, but I'm working towards something bigger than me. And it's given me purpose. A reason to be mature and grow up. Face the facts and still have my own fantasies. My dreams. I think the most well adjusted adults know how to keep the balance. I take no claims to being able to do this with absolute certainty, but it's their duty to be able to deal with the realities life gives to them while still keeping dreams. I'm young. I can't do this just yet. As much as I'm on my own, I'm not. But I've gotten a start.

Life is good. Amazingly so, as a matter of fact. I don't know what the whole college atmosphere has done, but it's eliminated the whole high-school drama act. It's so mellow. So calm. So beautiful. So free. And I can't get enough of it.

The past has such an influence on how you deal with the present. So here's a toast. To the past. Thank you for all you've done for me. Teaching me to deal and love, and live, and be happy. And be said and to appreciate the now. And to the future.

To the unknown.

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In the lands between the angels and demons sits a girl, struggling toward the light, fleeing the grasp of the foresaken.