Will I Even Be Good At Adulting?
Disclaimer: Read this, imagining that one scene in a coming-of-age movie where the character is overwhelmed and feeling all of these emotions at once trying to pull herself together. Trying to finally accept everything she’s been feeling since days and breaks down while writing this life altering essay/blog or whatever and posts it impulsively. All the while there’s a song playing in the background that quite literally feels like the last scene of “The Breakfast Club.” I have the references of a forty year old woman. Sigh. Anyways, let’s get to the point, I’m scared. Like, really scared; like, crazy scared; like, it’s all I’ve been feeling ever since I appeared for that last board exam. The anticipation for my results and the life I’ll have after moving out, it scared me. Honestly, I’d suppressed all of these feelings and lost myself in this cycle of a horrible sleep schedule, hoping to feel anything but fear; resorting to watching all of these comfort shows and movies to do away
