What will happen next? This is just a jumble of text,
about the future that is to come, when I will worry about my income.
Money gets us everything these days, the amount dependent on these essays,
that we write in school. They mold and shape us a certain way into a little tool.
I just want to live a happy life. Maybe even become a happy wife.
I'm trying to rhyme, but I'm running out of time.
So here I will stop. Stop thinking and just stare at my desktop.
I've been really thinking about the future. About college, a career, a significant other, and settling down somewhere. It's stressful to know that your job, how you get money to live, depends on how well you do in school now.