the last week of classes.
after this week, i'm no longer a student. i'll be the teacher. and that's a strange thought.
after this week, i'm no longer a little kid. i've been an adult for a while, but now there's real responsibility. and that's a strange thought.
after this week, i'm no longer living away from home. i'm back under my parents roof. and that's a strange thought.
i don't know if i'm ready for this week to be here. maybe if i close my eyes, and stay in bed with the covers pulled way over my head, it won't end. it will just stay this week forever. then i won't have to live my life and deal with all these strange thoughts.
...and these days, i wish i was six again.
after this week, i'm no longer a little kid. i've been an adult for a while, but now there's real responsibility. and that's a strange thought.
after this week, i'm no longer living away from home. i'm back under my parents roof. and that's a strange thought.
i don't know if i'm ready for this week to be here. maybe if i close my eyes, and stay in bed with the covers pulled way over my head, it won't end. it will just stay this week forever. then i won't have to live my life and deal with all these strange thoughts.
...and these days, i wish i was six again.