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Introspection 2

[The hardest thing about growing up is] the feeling I get in my stomach, wondering if Im going to screw up everything for myself.  I wonder if everything will work out, I wonder if I can live on my own later.  I worry about everythingIm paranoid.  But its the hardest thing.  That and saying goodbye to all the things you knew before whether it be a friend, family member, memory, or just your attitude.  Yeah, that really bites: losing the attitude of a child where everything is so amazing and youre so happythen all of the sudden, youre [pissed off] all the time and worried about whats going to happen and then you discover what can only be called phantom worries.  A plague of the teenage years, full of worries like Am I self-centered?  Inadequate?  Unprepared?  Lazy?   Useless?  Psychotic?  And they never seem to stop.  There is no escape.

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