I want the world to slow down. I don't know what I'm going to do with my life. Do I want to settle down? Do I want a family? Do I want to stay in Indiana? What is my career going to be?
Worry Worry Worry
All over me like a thick peanut butter mess that I can't wipe off.
I don't want to get out of college yet. I don't feel prepared. I'm not thinking like a teacher. I'm still thinking like a student. And not a very good student by the way.
I'm a slacker. I'm not using my time wisely. I'm hanging out with my boyfriend all the time because he helps keep me sane but then I get behind in work and I get more insane.
It's a fuckin rollercoaster that I can't get off of because this lap bar is so damn tight.
(slow down)
(pray)
(deep breaths)
(it'll be alright)
I don't have to know what I'm going to do with my life, but so often I want to know and it scares me that I don't.
