This particular time of the year never fails to get me down. In Janurary 2004, right after I turned 18 I was about to embark on what was to become one of the best times of my life. And now every year I'm just a little older, and a little further away from those days I miss so much. It's a little bit ridiculous to live in the past and to long for it to this degree but I just can't help it sometimes. It's really scary to know that things might never be that good again. That those days were really me living in my prime. And that's depressing.