Just got back from a good night with ze boyfriend and ze friends ♥
Tomorrow's school. Hm. I've been undergoing this thing called pressure. I can't fucking deal with the fact that I'm actually 15. I feel old. I don't know. I'm not comfortable with growing up. How I'm suddenly responsible for things. How I'm suddenly in charge of my own future. For 14 whole years of living by my parents, growing up on my own isn't really easy. I can't really depend on anyone else other than me. And that freaks me out a little. Uh, I mean A LOT! I see my older siblings in college. I was there when they grew older and how they got to where they are. GOSH, it's really overwhelming. I'm just... ugh... is this one of those phases teenagers go through? Or is it just me?
This year is my year. It's the big PMR. I can't... ugh, I can't. I just know that I'm not ready. I can feel it in my gut- that feeling of FAILURE. I can't disappoint my parents, I can't disappoint myself. THIS IS STRESSFUL OK!
I need to take a chill pill yo
Save me
