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Eighteen
Contributed by
pooieschmoooie
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Saturday, 19th July 2003 @ 07:05:00 AM in AEST
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It's like looking into an adult's closet and I am once again the little girl that liked to play dress-up. Seeing those pretty scarves, the high heels, the red lipstick, the big lawn hats and trying them on, deciding that I want to be as beautiful, as powerful and omniscient as every adult seemed to be when I was so many feet and years shorter.
It's like standing at the edge of a pool filled with clear blue water. Temptation is pulling me in but I try to hold off from the delicious beauty. Will it be hot or cold? Indecision grips me as I slowly bring my big toe to the water. Should I prolong the agony and fear or just jump in and get it over with? Is testing the water going to be normal forever? Will it always feel like such a big deal?
I try to imagine myself in twenty years. Where will I be? What will I be doing? Will I be a psyhcologist, a writer, in jail? In a house or on the street? Married? Divorced? Kids running around? Miscarriages? Will I be wise from my life or will I be an addict trying to cover up my suffering and only making it worse? I can't see it. I'm too scared. I don't know what the future brings and with that uncertainty comes apprehension. I'm worried that I'll fail. I have so many choices and I'm so capable of screwing them all up. I have to prove some people wrong and other people right because thats what THEY want. What do I want? I don't want to be stuck in a rut for the rest of my life. I want options and a secure future, but as of right now I can't take care of myself and everyone tells me it'll only get harder. How do I know that I'm not doing something wrong already? Is there a book of rules to life laying around somewhere? So many people tell so many different stories...How do I know which one will be mine?
It seems like every day I become more stupid. I make stupid choices and give in to the wants, rather than the needs. What does it matter if I don't have someone to love? My priorities should be my education and laundry. Yet it feels too empty, too flat for me to be happy. But am I supposed to be hardworking and initiative or careless and overjoyed at the prospect of a life without parents?
I am now officially an adult. I have all these new rules and fears and freedoms. Old responsibilities get away from me while new responsibilities fly at me in every direction. I can do all these new things that I've never done before and I'm scared.
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Re: Eighteen
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by Kristina_Simpson_Stewart on
Friday, 20th February 2004 @ 03:24:34 PM AEST
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| You express yourself so well. Beautiful words. I think everyone has experienced the fear that you are talking about. I hope that in twenty years you can look back on your life and say that it has been good. GL with your future. |
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