Tomorrow
What do you want to be when your older?
A question I was asked too often in my younger years. I gave the answer they expected from me. For so many years, I answered without giving any second thought. But as college nears closer by the second, I find myself asking that very same question to myself even more times than I was asked in my childhood.
I am filled with worries for my future.
17 years young and I have a whole entire future in front of me. I need to make it count, don't I? That's what's expected of me, isn't it? But whose expectations are these - to be successful?
No one's but my own.
I am my own fear.
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