Young But Holding On
What the mind says, is an unspoken matter.
They’ll be the death of me. I automatically assumed the worst. And I fucked up. I’ll admit it. I do this type of shit cause I care about you a lot and I don’t want to lose you. Cause I couldn’t deal with being hurt by you. Especially not where I am now with everything that’s going on. I’m just happy that it was all just thoughts and not what was actually happening. I want you to know I’m sorry for who I’ve become lately. I know you’re not happy with me, with us, but I’m trying. I am. For you. I’m gonna try to be the boy you fell in love with again. Not who I’ve become. Cause as much as you hate who this is now, I hate it a lot more. Just know that I love you, please. And that I’m sorry.
I recently got accepted into my first choice college, SUNY Plattsburgh. As the last quarter of my senior year of high school commences, I’m both overwhelmed with excitement but also fear. Excitement because I am just months away now from experiencing college life. But fear because I am due for a step closer to the real world in the same time. I’m not sure what to expect from college, but I just hope I make the best of it all.
