Okay so I know I already blogged today but I can't wait any longer for this one.
I'm scared and worried.
I don't want to grow up, well I do, but I'm worried about having to take care of myself.
I know it's more than a year away, but I'm going to have to move out soon.
I'll have to provide for myself, and living costs a lot of money. I'll have to buy my own clothes, food, cleaning supplies, furniture, washer and dryer, silverware, sheets, books, socks, and who knows what else?
I'm worried, how am I going to pay for myself?
I have to go to school, I don't even know how I'm going to pull off paying for that.
I'm really worried.
What's gonna happen when I don't have any money for food anymore? Or gas?
I'm scared.
And even if I can somehow get all of that somehow taken care of, I'm going to be by myself.
I hate being by myself, ask Kim, she knows better than anyone. Being by myself is my worst fear. And pretty soon I'm going to be by myself. All the time.
I am freaking out inside this head of mine.
I don't know how I'm ever going to do this. I need to get a job now.
I'm still a little girl. I mean I want to grow up, but at the same time I'm very, very scared.