Today
It's 12:51 am
I am 18 years old
I made it
Whatever "it" may be
I can't decide if I'm excited for this millstone
Or upset
That I can't stop its progression
I know I should be happy that I made it this far
But now
My 18 year old self
Sits in her room
Eating from a can of Pringles
Confused and wondering
How I got to be this old
How I never planned for any of this and
Dropping chip crumbs in my notebook
I assume I won't last
Though that's what I've been saying
Since I was 13
And I'm not sure
Where I am now

I have to work tomorrow
Why do I think so hard of you
It's almost 12 o'clock in the morning
Tomorrow I have things to do
You inconvenience me
Much like I inconvenienced you
When I left you one last kiss
To let you know that it was through