My eighteenth birthday is approaching faster than I expected. And I'm dreading that day, when legally nobody needs to care about me. Things aren't ready, not my mind, or my money, for me to build a future. And I'm under so much pressure, because someday when everybody has left me I will be alone, stuck thinking about what I did wrong on my Eighteenth birthday.
So stressed out. Everyone needs to quit asking what I plan to do with my life. I really don't ******* know right now.