Transitioning

Today, my parents told me I am currently in a "transitioning" stage. They explained that this stage is hard, but it is something that they feel they need to push me into so I can "better myself" and "have a purpose". For those of you that have not experienced this, I will just let you know that it is not the greatest thing to go through. Yes, it may be necessary. Yes, it will happen. But does that mean I want to go through it? Absolutely no.
 I was told it is time to take on more responsibility. It is time to pay for my own gas, get a job, and spend more time at home. Past are the days that I would stay out late, and sleep in. It is now time to embrace waking up at eight 'o clock and preparing to spend a day that doesn't necessarily involve fun.
 Past are the days were I had not a worry. I say this with tears in my eyes because I know it will only get harder. It is hard to see the light in this situation, but I know it is there. However, I don't really want to acknowledge it is there. Oh, how I would love to stay in my worry-free, drama-free, happy bliss. Goodbye former life, and a cold welcome to the new me.

 Hi, my name is Olivia. I am 16 years old, and I am not ready to grow up. I don't act like a kid, I don't think like a kid, but I sure don't want to live like an adult. Follow me through my adventures as I take on this "transitioning" stage, and still try to inject some fun into it.

  What I Am Listening To: Breakdown by Jack Johnson (How fitting.)