Here it goes
It is the first day of August. I will be turning seventeen in thirteen days. Thirteen days.
I never thought I'd be so scared of growing up. Will it make a difference? Will I experience an epiphany about why life is and what I can do about it?
I don't know what to do... because right now, I'm just taking it all in - just like I have always been.
Honestly, I'm getting burned out. I am a tiny candle dripping wax, my light being snuffed out with every passing breeze. Giving your all leaves you with nothing but sleepless nights, coffee and junk food for friends, and being neurotic. But maybe, other things can happen. I need to start again. I haven't lost hope.
I'm just afraid. Still afraid.
Tabula rasa, please.
The future is not for us to see. What ever will be, will be.