Swearing.
Fuck.
18.
I'm supposed to be graduating then going to some college I can't pay for. (When am I going to college? where and how? I don't know what the fuck I want to do.)
And moving.
All of that shit.
But I'm not- and I feel like I should be more concerned, and I also feel like I shouldn't be so worried about it.
Shit.
Summer.
There is so much I want to do.
But I feel like I should stay here and work on school...
Or work and save up for college and moving and all of those things hanging over my head.
I'll spend the summer procrastinating on both of those things, I wont do the things I want to do because of the things I should to, and I wont do the things I should do because of the things I want to do.
Damn.
A year.
In June Bob and I will have been together for a year.
That's a long time.
It feels like it just happened but forever ago at the same time.
It's the only thing moving forward right now.
18.
I'm supposed to be graduating then going to some college I can't pay for. (When am I going to college? where and how? I don't know what the fuck I want to do.)
And moving.
All of that shit.
But I'm not- and I feel like I should be more concerned, and I also feel like I shouldn't be so worried about it.
Shit.
Summer.
There is so much I want to do.
But I feel like I should stay here and work on school...
Or work and save up for college and moving and all of those things hanging over my head.
I'll spend the summer procrastinating on both of those things, I wont do the things I want to do because of the things I should to, and I wont do the things I should do because of the things I want to do.
Damn.
A year.
In June Bob and I will have been together for a year.
That's a long time.
It feels like it just happened but forever ago at the same time.
It's the only thing moving forward right now.