Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Three days

I don't like packing. I have so much stuff. This sucks.

So I move it of my parents house in three days and wow...this is weird. It feels weird. Scary. Really scary. Like bam, suddenly I'm responsible for myself and my future and I'm supposed to be figuring out what I want to do with the rest of my life yet I'm not even allowed to rent a car. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT MY FAVORITE COLOR IS. I CAN ONLY COOK FOUR THINGS. And now I'm living on my own?! This just doesn't seem logical. But no matter what anybody thinks, it's happening. In three days it's happening and I will be independent. Well, as independent as one can be when living 23 miles away from helicopter parents. (Love you mom am dad!)


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