For the record, I don't anymore

Not that much anyway. There are stuff about life that are always interesting. But i'm now supposedly an adult. I'm still 17, but i mean i'm in the university and stuff, so i'm KIND OF starting to be an adult. And i notice many things that i don't like that much, and they annoy me. I couldn't see them earlier i guess. I sometimes feel like i'm thirteen and discovering the world and seeing how everything sucks all over again. But now it's worse cause i see more stuff. Or more important ones.
Like the more you grow up, the more doors you close. I now know that i'll never be a radio producer, or a psychologist, or other random jobs that i've found kind of interesting over the years. It's really sudden that some woman comes into a class, sees 160 people and tells us, "in 4 years or so, you'll have your degree and you'll be THIS". I'm kind of in a shock, how can she defines us like that? Or... did i define myself by getting in this thing? It's really so weird that suddenly, my friends and i are in different places, in different words really. We'll grow up and talk about our jobs, and they'll be different. And i'll always envie some people. Should i do this to myself? Let me grow old and be a... whatever i will be? Will i grow old and have so much jealousy for graphic designers? Will i become grumpy and unhappy because of that? Will i be unhappy?
Am i unhappy now? It's all too much...
Also, i'm having a bit of a social issue. But i won't ramble about that one now cause i have to go to bed soon, see i have to wake up at 6am in the mornings.

PS: Can i ever say what i mean to say? I wanted to write about how i'm not that miserable now, but instead it's like i had to prove the oposite. :D

As a dear friend always said;

I hate my miserable life.