Growing up

I know that I've stated earlier how I couldn't wait to grow up.

But that was before I woke up.

That was before I was suddenly thrust into a reality I don't want to live.

I don't want to grow up.

I don't want to drive risking the safety of myself and others.

I don't want to not have summers off.

I don't want to break this special bond I have with my teachers.

I can't have that same bond with my boss.

I don't want to have to worry about rent, bills, insurance, things that I don't understand.

I turn 17 next month.

I have just over a year to pull my life together and find out what my role as an adult is.

My family says there is no rush.

But the clock is ticking.

Every time that sun rises over the horizon,

Every time I have to wake up,

Is another day closer to a life from which I can never look back.

And when I do look back, all that I will see are memories.

I am easily scared, but all those things that used to haunt me...seem to be from a distant past.

Because now I am learning about life.

All that I thought I knew about living was a lie.

And that scares me.

I don't like not knowing.

I always want to know when, how, why.

Instead, no matter how many times I ask those questions, there will be no one to tell me the right answer.

Reviews

[m3lody mae]

felt sadness, this is emotional read here, nicely presented