Life is strange
Life is strange and I'm not even sure why. I like school. I feel incredibly motivated. Somehow things seem to be working out perfectly. Maybe that's what makes me worry. What if I am good at what I love doing. What i want to do. What I think i'm working toward. What if. Is life really this predictable? I don't know. It seems illogical. I'm pretty sure I'm growing up and I'm just not sure how I feel about that yet.
This Fall Andy will probably be leaving for Berkeley in Boston. I hope he does. Don't get me wrong. I love Andy. I realize the fate of our relationship if/when he moves. But I don't care. I want to see him get everything he wants. I want him to be able to feel accomplished. He needs that in life, we all do. And there is no way I would stop him from fullfilling his dreams or at least trying to, you know? My mom tried to talk to me about how sad I must be and all I could really think was. Wait, I don't feel sad. Should I? No.
I'm chest deep in exams and papers and projects but I can't stop thinking about summer and how much I can't wait for it. I'm antzy and nervous. This is my last summer of adolescence or being a young adult or well. I guess irresponsibility. Hello 22. Good-Bye 12.
This Fall Andy will probably be leaving for Berkeley in Boston. I hope he does. Don't get me wrong. I love Andy. I realize the fate of our relationship if/when he moves. But I don't care. I want to see him get everything he wants. I want him to be able to feel accomplished. He needs that in life, we all do. And there is no way I would stop him from fullfilling his dreams or at least trying to, you know? My mom tried to talk to me about how sad I must be and all I could really think was. Wait, I don't feel sad. Should I? No.
I'm chest deep in exams and papers and projects but I can't stop thinking about summer and how much I can't wait for it. I'm antzy and nervous. This is my last summer of adolescence or being a young adult or well. I guess irresponsibility. Hello 22. Good-Bye 12.