I'm scared. Yeah I'll admit it. I'm ******* scared. I got my first job today. And in doing that I realized why I waited so long to get one. Because it ******* terrifies me. Inside I tricked myself into thinking that I was still ten years old, without a care in the world. But now I'm working. Clocking in and out. Making money to live. And it's scary as hell. To be ripped out of your comfort zone and spoon fed a dose of reality. I'm 17. But I'd give anything to be 16 again. Just rewind me back a year or a few. Im 17. I'm not supposed to feel like this. I'm supposed to be excited. At least that's what I've been told. But instead I'm sitting alone in my room crying over growing up. And I'm scared of that.