I’m sore from working out, but I’m also sore from sitting on my butt all day.
I want to do something else with my time other than watching YouTube videos because it just feels so wasteful– but I’m so tired and stressed that I just want to take a nap right now or zone out.
What did I have to remember before I run out the door for work tomorrow?
I need to do homework for college, BUUUUUUUUUUUUT-
*sounds of watching Netflix occur*
Did I forget to do the dishes again? It’s my turn, but maybe I can ask Mom to do them again.
I need to get another job so I can pay for a car and insurance, and in order to get the job I need experience, but in order to get experience I need a job– why am I going for an associates again? I forgot in the middle of my building panic attack…
*silently raging at the sudden memory of getting cut off in traffic on the way to school*
I wonder how much it is for a gym membership. *looks up local gym prices* … I plan on dying happily with a box of donuts on my chest.
I’m forgetting something important, but I don’t know what. Hopefully it wasn’t the “life altering” type of forgetting.
WHAT. AM. I. DOING. WITH. MY. LIFE?
Living in an apartment with friends sounds like an amazing idea, but I need to get another job to pay rent and utilities, and if I get another job how will it affect my taxes, and will I be prepared for that kind of change?… YOU CAN COME ANY DAY, NOW, JESUS. I’M DONE.
This is it– I’m going to pull myself together, kick my butt into shape, and get my life together… after this one more YouTube video. *clicks*
There’s so much that’s going to happen within this next decade– my brain is going to finish developing. And statistically, I’m going to finish college, probably going to do most of my traveling, maybe get married, might have a few kids, get my first big-girl job, and a dozen other things. In light of all of this, I’M NOT READY. COME PICK ME UP, MOM, I’M SCARED.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH– *inhales*– AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
*groans internally at something stupid I said to one of my classmates, where I then go home to cringe about it every night my head hits the pillow from this day forward*
I feel really insecure with the stage of life that I’m in right now. I’m so ready for something new and fresh, but in the same breath, I know somewhat of what that new thing will require of me. And I really don’t want to do it. I don’t feel like I’m ready for the responsibility, but I feel. so. STUCK. right. now. I’ll just try to sleep and recharge my battery for now, because if I don’t, I might cry. Oops– too late.
Serve me with a side of coleslaw and mashed potatoes, because I’m feeling really FRIED right now. *giggles mentally at my own awful joke*
I want so much,
And yet so little.
I crave the world,
Yet desire the simple.
What is this?
Why do I feel this way?
Emotions are bad masters,
But here I am again.
I’m quite honestly exhausted.
Stuff this emotional yo-yo-ing.
Feeling as high as a kite,
Then slipping back down the string.
I need a nap.
Actually, I have no idea what I need.
Probably a year break from reality.
As soon as I’m able,
When the timing lets up,
I’m investing in self-care.
I’ll rediscover who I am.
Heya! I’ve kinda been going through a lot lately. It feels better to try to process through things with this blog post– it’s almost therapeutic.
I almost feel like this is just me throwing a tantrum because I don’t want to be an adult anymore. Actually, this is exactly what this is.
CHILDREN, TWEENS, AND EARLY TEENS TAKE NOTES: Enjoy the period of life that you’re in while you can, because the label of “young adult” is not all what it’s cracked up to be.
Thanks for sticking to the end of the post!