your song is on repeat, and the strumming of guitar makes me wanna cry.
the way he moves his head when he sings and everything you can see in his eyes.
i took out my first loan today.
it's weird to think about growing up, and how this is a portion of it. how this is me doing something huge. by myself. someone told me the other day that i was growing up fast. and i did everything i could to not panic about it. i've always been this sort of old soul, but i'm a child. i'm this child who still flings herself around and grumbles when she walks through spider webs. but i'm paying for my own school. i'm watering my own plants and sustaining life of two animals. i drive everywhere on my own, and i make small, everyday choices on my own. i make my own schedules, and i have my own dollars? though they are few, they are mine.
it's weird, and sometimes i wanna step back and breathe while i watch myself do things.
can i do that?
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