The last year of highschool is a funny thing.  It is a beginning and an end.  Everyone is excited to see the end of their "young adulthood" and get out into the real world as adults.  But I am not ready.  I want to still live a care-free life where my biggest responsibility is keeping my room clean and my friends happy.  I still want to believe in fairytales and far off magical lands.  I don't want to see the harsh reality of life.  But the time has come where I can no longer live in a fairytale.  I have grown up. 
P.S. it doesn't really matter if I grow up though, I live in my imagination and I'm always going to try and make my life into a fairytale.