Sometimes, it really hits me that I'm growing up.
And its an odd feeling that I like?
And yet, I wish I could still relate, or have ever related in the first place.
There is a feeling of dread in the air, I wish I knew what I wanted to do with my life but I really have no clue. Others seem so set in their dreams and goals. I never dreamed or made plans. I just existed.
It has proved to be problematic