It's seriously extremely cold in my room. I don't know what's going on here. I have to wear a sweatshirt. I think my parents forgot to pay the oil bill or something because it is coooooold. The temperature is 66. Why is it 66 in my room? Angry angry cold.
My goodness. It appears that Junior year has ended before my eyes. How strange. I'm also 17 now. Why don't I have a car yet? God, I'm such a slum. I still feel 16. Well, to an extent. But that's complicated.
The point is, the terror that was Junior year has reached an end. I don't know how to emotionally react to that because it doesn't feel like it's ended. I think my brain shut off over the weekend and is now calibrating the facts of my life. Facts such as: I am no longer a child anymore, I am not an adult yet (but I'm close), I appear to have 3 best friends who genuinely love me and care about me, and the success that is my summer job (I desperately need income. Don't even bother asking. And no, it doesn't have anything to do with selling things or my body.), and I'm slowly beginning to repair some wounds that went far too long un-nurtured. These things are truly amazing me.
The feeling of becoming a senior is the feeling of becoming adult.
It feels like your dreams have been robbed from you. It's very discouraging.
It feels like this.
My goodness. It appears that Junior year has ended before my eyes. How strange. I'm also 17 now. Why don't I have a car yet? God, I'm such a slum. I still feel 16. Well, to an extent. But that's complicated.
The point is, the terror that was Junior year has reached an end. I don't know how to emotionally react to that because it doesn't feel like it's ended. I think my brain shut off over the weekend and is now calibrating the facts of my life. Facts such as: I am no longer a child anymore, I am not an adult yet (but I'm close), I appear to have 3 best friends who genuinely love me and care about me, and the success that is my summer job (I desperately need income. Don't even bother asking. And no, it doesn't have anything to do with selling things or my body.), and I'm slowly beginning to repair some wounds that went far too long un-nurtured. These things are truly amazing me.
The feeling of becoming a senior is the feeling of becoming adult.
It feels like your dreams have been robbed from you. It's very discouraging.
It feels like this.
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