"You're so mature."
You never know how much I've heard that one.
"But it's true. You act like you're not seventeen."
I feel old.
"You act old."
I got early training.
"Yeah?"
That's what you get living in a house filled with women.
"What did they do?"
They made me grow up fast.
"That's a good thing."
I skipped out on my childhood.
"That's a downside part but overall, you're okay."
I am.
"Some people are really envious."
About what?
"About the fact that you could survive on your own."
Don't be fooled.
"What?"
I'm not that prepared.
"Really?"
You can't really judge a book by its cover.
"But you're ready right?"
Ready as I'll ever be.
"Will you be okay?"
Not technically. I need to sort out a few things.
"Like what?"
Human relationships.
"What for?"
So that I won't miss anyone when I'm gone.
"They'll probably miss you, too."
I'm not sure about that.
"Why?"
There's one thing I wasn't taught to understand.
"What's that?"
My own feelings.
― r. a.
