Realization hit me like a brick... in 346 days I will be 18 years old and a legal adult in the United States. I'm not ready. I still barely recognize myself in the mirror. I'm stuck in a 15 year old state of mind. The thought of having to be an adult stresses me out an unbelievable amount. Sure, the freedom will be nice, but I have no idea what I'm going to do.
To put this in perspective, I go to school with a bunch of people between the ages of 18 and 22 (mostly) and these people do not have their shit together. Most of them live with their parents and have a hard enough time balancing work and school without having to worry about how they're going to come up with the money to live. The ones who don't live with their parents are living in their friends' parents' houses or are living alone. The ones that live alone barely show up because they have to work full time jobs in order to survive.
I can't handle that shit. I've been saving up money my whole life, and it's not that much, since I've never had a consistent job up until now (which also stresses me out).
It's just a lot to handle.
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Thoughts and Feelings
Non-FictionTRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, ANXIETY, ETC. Welcome to my brain on my darkest days and nights. I'm warning you, it's not pretty, so continue at your own risk. This involves questions I find myself asking on a daily basis, rants...
