Should I Really...?

A diary of sorts. A cynical, sarcastic, and philosophical internal monologue that spotlights my inner conflicts while I walk through life.

I'll let you in on a little secret...

I have a few years until I need to grow up. Give or take a few. They say this is the most important stage in life when you make decisions that can make or break your future. I'm still a teenager; the awkward phase between being a kid and an adult. Some people never grow out of it, some do... I think. I sometimes wonder if being an adult just means you now need to pretend to have your life together--is that true?

I imagine myself in a little dream world: a fantasy where I can make things up as I go or mold things according to an extremely detailed plan developed over years of wishful thinking. But lately I've been pulled back into reality and I'm in the process of accepting it... I want to go back.

Occasionally, a thought runs through my head--"Will I be able to survive, or will I quit the game prematurely? Is it living or merely surviving?"

We'll see.