I'm a little bit afraid of growing up.
Let's face it, I'm not prepared.
I'm just scared.
And unsure of what I want to do with my life.
Sure, I have a few years left.
But you know what?
I realize that's not enough time.
I worry about what will come of my life.
I worry about what I'll be like.
I worry about what I won't.
Let's just leave it at I worry.
And overthink.
Three years isn't enought time to grow up.
Three years is barely enough time to lose and grow some teeth.
I'm just parinoid.
I'll be fine.
With preparation and motivation.
I'll do okay.
I know I will.
Then why am I still nervous?
Okay, calm down.
Breathe.
It's all right.
I'll be okay.
I am okay.
I'm ready.