Shitting myself this week because I’m being thrown into the adult world and I’m suddenly realizing it’s not what I want & I’m not ready for it yet. Just stop, let me breathe. Let me be sixteen for the month I have left. I don’t want to talk about paying taxes with the tiny wages that I earn. I don’t want to think about how in twelve months time I’ll have to start visiting the adult hospital, where they don’t gas you while stabbing your neck & hand out Wiggles band-aids after blood tests. I am afraid to think about health insurance and university degrees and what I want to do with my life after high school. Stop asking, stop expecting, just wait for a minute. I am thinking much too fast.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
when hope was high and life worth living
now life has killed the dream I dreamed