I pinkie promise.
Okay, I promiseeeee I'm gonna start writing about things of more substance, I just have not found the time. Life is moving soooo incredibly fast, I'm barely hanging on by the tips of my fingers.
Honestly, where did the time go?
One minute I'm preparing to go to the high school, the next I'm a junior already scoping out colleges, making preparations for the future, realizing that in less than a year I will be an official adult.
Where in the world did the time go?
We think we have all the time in the world; that we have our whole lives ahead of us, but truly, it goes by in the blink of an eye.
Just yesterday I was wearing pig tails, riding my bike down the block to see if my friend wanted to come out to play, and here I sit, seventeen years old, on the cusp of adulthood.
Where does the time go?
Sometimes I wish I could rewind back to my childhood, just so I could relish the sweet innocence of being a naive child; the days when I didn't know the evil that manifests in the world. When parties, sex, and drugs were incomprehensible to me; the days when I was safe and sheltered and knew nothing of the treacherous outside world.
But alas, here I sit with seventeen short years that have already passed by me, SEVENTEEN.
Where has the time gone? I ask yet again. It goes be quickly, unmistakeably fast and determined, and all we can possibly do is savor each passing moment--snatching and holding each memory close before it's all over.
Honestly, where did the time go?
One minute I'm preparing to go to the high school, the next I'm a junior already scoping out colleges, making preparations for the future, realizing that in less than a year I will be an official adult.
Where in the world did the time go?
We think we have all the time in the world; that we have our whole lives ahead of us, but truly, it goes by in the blink of an eye.
Just yesterday I was wearing pig tails, riding my bike down the block to see if my friend wanted to come out to play, and here I sit, seventeen years old, on the cusp of adulthood.
Where does the time go?
Sometimes I wish I could rewind back to my childhood, just so I could relish the sweet innocence of being a naive child; the days when I didn't know the evil that manifests in the world. When parties, sex, and drugs were incomprehensible to me; the days when I was safe and sheltered and knew nothing of the treacherous outside world.
But alas, here I sit with seventeen short years that have already passed by me, SEVENTEEN.
Where has the time gone? I ask yet again. It goes be quickly, unmistakeably fast and determined, and all we can possibly do is savor each passing moment--snatching and holding each memory close before it's all over.