I feel this. I was suppose to end my life the year I turned 16. Had plans and everything. Wasn't suppose to see my 17th birthday. It's weird cause I don't really have an expectation of what life would be like at the age I am now cause I wasn't suppose to be alive to see it.I don't know if I'm alone in this but during my teen years I was very depressed so I never expected to live past 20. Never expected to achieve anything or find someone who loves me, and never expected to grow any confidence.
My vision of adulthood was one that actually seemed rather bleak, but only because I was suicidal and struggled all the way through school and my early 20's.
I'm much more outgoing, happy although I do still struggle with my mental health, I have a much better outlook now. Definitely not how I imagined it at all, being an adult is tough as a kid it always looked so easy.
That said, doing okay. Took me awhile to figure out what I wanted so I'm only now in the final year of my degree at 25, will be 26 when I finish. I don't know if what I want my life to be like a year from now will happen but I have hope. I definitely prefer adulthood to childhood. I love the freedom adulthood brings (although with a price tag admittedly). That said, there is a part of me that wishes I'd enjoyed my teenage years more (through no fault of my own obviously)