it’s already a few days before February, the year of a sophomore is almost over — then shit gets real.
watching my life through someone else’s eyes before i die would be in order when i’m 103 & on my death bed.
but anyway, i’m so close to getting my permit. it feels unreal. i’m growing up so fast. it’s scaring the living shit out of me.
my momma warned me that I’ve been growing up to fast, i couldn’t wait to become 16, now i wish time machines were on my to-do list.
