It irritates me that I still have two weeks left of being in the house of someone that I "share" my things with. I go out and so when I'm not home, who knows where my stuff goes. I am overly excited to move out of the house.
It worries me to think about the future and what's ahead of me. I don't know if I'll love college. I don't know if I know what I want to do for the rest of my life in a few years. I don't know if I'll be hooked onto my past than to think about now and the future.
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