I've got twenty-three minutes until I'm due at work, where I'll be slinging subs, cleaning up after people, and prepping veggies from one til nine. For eight dollars an hour. Money I won't be seeing for two weeks. v.v
Class fees are due Friday. I owe my college roughly $906 in classes alone, because I lost my scholarship. Mehhh.
Twenty-two minutes and counting. v.v
I was hoping I'd have time to throw in some philosophical awakenings or something, but it's not looking that way. (Twenty-one.)
I want to be adult and mature and on my own, but I'm terrified. I'm so afraid of not being around my family or friends, of being thrust unceremoniously back into (twenty) college life and work life and everything that turns you into an adult. It's one of those days where I feel my childhood was all too brief and there are things I wanted to do or change but now I can't (nineteen).
In any case, I've got a uniform to put on, hair to brush, horses to feed and two litterboxes to clean in the next eighteen minutes. So I better fly.
Kisu shite
Andrea
move'd
Anxious
