I’m seven
I walk home from the bus stop and turn on PBS kids as I sit alone in an empty house for two hours as I await my mother’s arrival from work
I cook up some eggs on the stove
I’m basically a grown up

I’m ten
I pick up my sister from kindergarten and walk her home
A fifteen minute walk with no chaperone
I pass my friends on the playground and make my sister say mean things
I’m basically a grown up

I’m sixteen
I come home from my first day at work to realize I work twenty hours more than anyone in my household
I debate whether or not I should attend college
I think I’m a grown up

I’m nineteen
I come home to an apartment leased in my name
All I can think about is my forty hour work week and the three tests I have next Tuesday
I’m not sure if I’m a grown up

I’m twenty-two now
I drive home in a vehicle I have just purchased
Constantly thinking about the twelve employees I manage and the 98,000 dollars of debt I will incur during graduate school

I long for guidance more than ever
I’m not a grown up


im in one of those periods in my life where i cant focus on anything i cant finish an assignment i cant listen to one song for more than 5 seconds i cant sit through a tv show episode i cant finish a book i cant write a story

all i can do is stare blankly at the wall and wish i had something to do but everything i could do or want to do is just supremely unsatisfying

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the only reason i go to school is because i donn’t wanna be an unemployed college drop out. i wanna be an unemployed college graduate 

thats the spirit

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