As we go on and GET OLDERR.
My tears cannot be understood. Or more of being misunderstood. Or maybe it dones not even know why it is appearing.
University options. There ARE many options out there, but not many for me to consider. It is a headache to be thinking about it. Throw in the parents and the financial means and the scholarship I am more worried about.
Throw in a couple of grievances and my character.
I am gone.
Lost in my own wet bubble. At the end of the day when all the acceptance letters get back to me. Happiness will be flushed by the building pressure. The choice of making no future regrets.
Right now, i feel like, yeap, I am a twenty-year-old to be with somewhat directions. It can’t be that bad right?