Woah! This is Happening.

My dad wakes me up and tells me to take out the trash.
I get up to do the deed ask of me. I physically go back in my room, but mentally my 
mind was wondering. Pacing back and forth trying to understand whats happeing.

I'm going to college soon or so I think I am. I'm kinda scared or extremely freaked out
either one explains the feeling I have right now. I don't know what I want to do with my
life. I'm unsure what my heart and my mind can agree on. 

I thik I'm about to cry becuase while I type this my eyes begin to water up and a tear from
my right is forming and blurring my vision. I can feel my lips curling into that face you 
make when you are about to cry. The nostalgia hit me hard. I don't understand why i'm sad
act the fact of growing up but I am. Gaining responsiblity feels great but bad at the same time.

I don't think I fearful of the future but of what I am going to miss from my past.