Growing up is a trap
Senior year!
The day you’ve waited for your whole high school career
homecoming, done
spirit week, done
ACT, SAT, AP tests? DONE
”you’ll miss high school”
“yeah, right!”
and then, graduation
and also.... the dreaded question, the dinner table topic,
”what are your plans for after high school”
well, to be honest, i didn’t think that far
you see, i was busy “carpe diem-ing” to think about that
summer comes & goes and your first day of college arrives!
you see all the eager, bright faces of ADULTS.
and that’s when the anxiety sets in.
you lay awake at night questioning everything
you worry about paying for college, rent, food
you spend your days working to pay for them
there isn’t much time to think & plan and your inner demons take over
you see, i’m still in that part. i lay awake at midnight writing this
the more i sit & think in this moment, the deeper the realization gets that i......
am an adult?
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