It's coming to an end

Yesturday my mom drove down to begin moving me out of my apartment. I don't even know if I want to write about it because it's making me face reality and right now I don't want to face reality. Sometimes I wish I could be Peter Pan and fly around with my friends and just have fun all the time. Too bad I'm not "THE PAN" and couldn't go fight pirates, I think it would be a good time. Instead I have to face the "real-world" and get a job, pay bills, find some a place to live, meet new friends. All these things that I don't want to do at ALL and yet I have to. How does that work out? Life isn't fair as well know and even though I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing I just keep telling myself that it will all "work itself out." Is that just because everyone says that? Do we really think that, or just say to get ourselves through life. Anyway, I guess I'm going to have to believe it to get me through the next couple of months/years.