i spend time tracking minutes and hours
when i should be realizing that time
is passing too quickly.

but then i spend time regretting
spending time tracking minutes and hours
and i should really just be enjoying myself.

but then i come to a place where
static is in my brain
and i just want to die
because disney movies are making me cry.
i've grown up too quickly
and sure i flaunt the fact that i am eighteen now
but really it's a curse.