Reality is make believe

Let’s get started on my volcano.

Realising that we only have to long left to school. Give me two more weeks, I will only have a little over a semester left of high school. I need to think about what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. There’s uni, moving out, life, courses, money and all that to think about and though I don’t think I’m ready for it all, well, I need to make myself ready because nothing is going to wait for me.

We’re all using proper grammar now. There’s none of the text speak that apparently distinguishes us… but then maybe we’ve grown up and out of the generation that it categorised.

“Growing up means watching my heroes turn human around me”. Too true, maybe a little too true for my liking. 

We’ve lost our childish naivety. People who I spent time with just joking around, doing nothing important… we’re all thinking serious thoughts, spending time being serious. I see all of our insecurities come out, insecurities I swear weren’t there back then. We’re scared, we’re so frightened, we’re drowning but we’ll all make it through.