My life story. Condensed like soup

I feeeeel....depressed?
No. Just down for the count.
Maybe it's the weather being all rainy and stupid.
Or that I keep thinking about what turning 18 means.
*note: I will be 18 in the 18th*
I keep thinking about how it's time to grow up.
And how I need to stop being so dependent on the people around me.
I'm just so...not used to change.
I guess maybe it's because I've been doing the same thing for so long.
And everything is already changing around me.
I need to get my act together.
The past 18 years have been so incredible.
From my childhood, playing by the willow tree in my neighbors yard with my best friend Katie. and rollar blading around my block a hundred times after I got my first skates. Playing the portal game with my little brother every night just before the street lights came on, signaling time to go home.
Dealing with my mom being in the hospital for what seemed like forever when she was going through a very hard time with her Borderline Personility Disorder.
Moving away from everything I've ever known to new things in a the fabulously hickish town called Eaton Rapids.
Breaking away from my goody good ways while making new friends.
Going through the harsh times of middle school while dealing with personality issues in my own way and getting abandoned by my only friends. Constantly getting shit from my brothers and wanting to kill myself every night before I fell asleep at night. This is what I know call "My Depression".
High school- Being taken under the wing of a few generous Seniors my freshy year. Skinny dipping for the first time in the middle of the day at a national park. And getting in loads amount of trouble for it. Having my first alcohal experience at my brother's own 18th birthday party. Trying to find my own personality in the middle of it all.
Sophmore days: Getting my first boyfriend. We dated for two months until my thoughts proved right. He was gay....haha Finally reconnecting with my old friends because my seniors embarked on their own journys. And continuing to cause massive amounts of mischeif.
Junior year: Finaling finding myself. Having a blast with the best people. The wonderful experience of getting caught shoplifting with my best friend. And lots of drama caused after it.

There is soo much more to all of this. but to me, these things are the most important that molded me into who I am today. Yes, some of them are embarrassing. tramatizing. heartbreaking. but more improtantly wonderful. fun. amazing. and blessed. In no way to I regret anything. All the shit, fantastic and retched, have made me who I am today. And I love myself and every aspect of everything.