Thoughts of a Young Adult

staring down at my shadow on the sink as I brush my teeth

trying to force myself to be a creature of good habits

the light peering through the window,

trying to convince me that it was a good day

and it was.

but it felt so short

the days are feeling shorter

closer to the end of summer

and as much as I am exited to leave again for college

this time feels different

this time doesn’t feel like I’m coming back

and I probably won’t

and if I do then I would be disappointed in myself

That I have been begging to be on my own

and have been convincing everyone that I am independent…

just to come home and live with my parents

when I’m away everything is on me

I can’t come crying to my parents,

As if they would help if I did,

And I have to be smart about every decision I make

and it scares me that I won’t be able to cut it out in the real world

I will lose all my money

I won’t be able to pay for school

I don’t know how to do this adult thing.