Time
I'm in such a rush to grow up. Am I supposed to feel opposite of this? I'm ready for all those silly things I once feared: Marriage, family, my own little house with a swing in the front yard. When my husband's at work, I'm baking pies in the kitchen as the little ones run a muck through the house.
But I'm only 23 years old. I should just continue to enjoy the luxury of my boyfriend and my kitty and our carefree life. Free to do as we please, whenever we please. What's the rush?
That's just it. I feel rushed. There's something tugging at my insides; whispering in my ear. I'm running out of time. Something is going to cut me off before I get to experience all this.
But when?
But I'm only 23 years old. I should just continue to enjoy the luxury of my boyfriend and my kitty and our carefree life. Free to do as we please, whenever we please. What's the rush?
That's just it. I feel rushed. There's something tugging at my insides; whispering in my ear. I'm running out of time. Something is going to cut me off before I get to experience all this.
But when?