Terrified of the Future

Hi everyone. I am seventeen. I am known as the Writer. I turn eighteen soon. I am terrified. seven years ago, I could barely wait to get here. Now I'm here. The maturity that I thought I would have isn't in me. The grandeur and wonder of being seventeen-going-on-eighteen does not exist. The joy of … Continue reading Terrified of the Future



Emptiness. Vanity. What's it all for? I was jamming to a song the other day, and the song was ultimately about how we don't need to be responsible and how we don't need commitment. Yeah, we don't have money, and yeah, we're immature high-schoolers, but hey, as long as we have fun, we're fine. But … Continue reading Emptiness