"How come you seem so carefree all the time?"
I didn't know that.
"That's how most people see you."
That's weird.
"Why?"
Because I'm stressing out.
"Doesn't seem like it."
I guess I just hide it well.
"What are you stressing about?"
Life.
"Life?"
Yes. My future, specifically.
"What do you see?"
I see nothing.
"What?"
It's frightening. I can't quite seem to know where I'm heading.
"You should think about it."
I often do.
"Then how come you don't see anything?"
Maybe because I'm not thinking hard enough.
"It's okay. We still have a long way to go."
Don't say that.
"Why not?"
Don't give me ideas of procrastination.
"I'm not."
You're giving me ideas.
"It won't matter if you're that determined to get somewhere."
I'm choosing to walk rather than ride.
"What does that mean?"
I'm taking my time going there.
"Why?"
I just can't arrive with nothing in mind. I need to be at least prepared.
"Prepared for what?"
To go left if things don't go right.
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