||[Jul. 20th, 2003|07:38 pm]
My family looked at photo albums today. For some reason, looking at my baby pictures made me queasy. Perhaps it's just all the memories that did it. And also the fact that everyone else has basically the same face (only older) from when they were a baby, and I look completely different now from how I did then. It's weird.
Anyway, once again I'm depressed. I thought my childhood would never end, but already I'm grown up. It's sad, in a way, because I will never be a child again, never enjoy school, and never not worry about my past or my future like I used to. I now feel mortal, too mortal, where in the past I felt as if I would never get old--that that point in my life was too far away for me to deal with.
Now I can see why I haven't looked at my baby pictures in years.