Misjudged your limits, pushed you too far

Ah, changes. I woke up one day and suddenly I like mushrooms. I hate mushrooms. Is this what turning 19 does to a girl?

Actually, I always notice when things about me change, big or small. I suppose I call it growing up. People used to call me "mature for my age," and I used to believe them. I've known for a while now that I was always rather immature, but I hid it and could therefore appear older. This is a good thing. Now that I realize that, I am afraid of neither the changes that happen unconsciously nor the changes I need to make consciously.

Gosh, this sounds like some lame coming-of-age music should be going on right now. Funny, I'm listening to "Gonna Raise Hell" by Cheap Trick. I'm still not one for sentimentality, I see.