i don't think i really realized until this fall what being an adult really meant. i had the vague idea that it included moving out, paying bills, making you own doctors appointments, having a schedule and getting things done on your own.
i forgot that growing up meant moving away from the people who have shared the same house with you for 22 years, having your friends move away and make new lives, being in debt, and spending christmas with someone missing. i'm sure there's more but i don't want to think about it.
this is my theme for my photo project: little girl lost in the woods.
i don't think i'm the only person who feels like that right now.

everything that i love is like sand and it's slipping through my fingers.