Today I was walking out of the Grocery store, and my mom wanted to teach me to make bank deposits.
"No Mom, I don't want to grow up."
"Wow, that's something I never thought I'd hear you say."
It's happening. My content with the present is leaving... senior year is all about figuring out the next chapter, and making final plans. I'm not ready. I'm hardly ready for the present. I'm going to miss my mom, and my sister, and my friends... so much. But as for now, I'm going to crawl into bed. Because for at least today, I'm still here. I'm so scared. Everything I love is here, everything I've ever known is here. I don't want to grow up.
"Stop this train, I want to get off and go home again. I can't take the speed it's moving in, so honestly, won't someone stop this train?"
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