sundown musings

skeletons

Everybody told me I'm gonna make it out there...that I'm going places.

And I believed them. Maybe that was the biggest mistake that I did. I believed.

When I moved out from my hometown, I lived on cup noodles and can goods. Fried hotdog, ham and longganisa. I'm afraid to burn the apartment I'm renting.
Weeks and weeks had passed, more than 50 resumes were printed out, a repeat of corporate attires, running from one company to another-I ended up in an advertising firm. But I am a Chemistry graduate.
Water and electric bill came months later, or rather, a disconnection notice. My minimum salary wasn't enough to cover it all.

I was hardly surviving...or was I really? I was forced to become an adult when I wasn't ready. I was forced to worry about things that nobody taught me in school.

I knew I wasn't ready, but people keep telling me that I am. Because I'm 22! Already 22 so I should go to the real world. Old enough to make it out there.

Heck. Age isn't an accurate basis whether someone is ready or not. I could be 30 and still not be ready for anything like moving out or marriage. Or I could be 17 and ready to survive out there.

I just wish...I didn't listen. Because right now, I'm not sure if I'm gonna make it. I don't know if I'm really going places.

I'm just here...stucked in a world of adulting.

s i n | "skeletons"

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sin's note: i'm not yet 22 lol. and if there's anyone reading this, thank you. we just reached 1.5k reads!