'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir

Done with this IV

I'm always looking for the next thing. I wanted to get into college, I did, now I'm probably dropping out this junior year. At some point I wanted to study medicine and be a physiotherapist now I don't even want to hear it.

I thought moving into an apartment was all I needed, now the lines between privacy and loneliness have become as blurred as it can get. Once I sought love, that got me heartbreak

What if I quit writing and regret it, what if there's nothing after this, what if this is it. What if it isn't. What if.