The future can seem so daunting at times. Who will I be in a year’s time? Will I get good exam results? Will I fall in love? It just confuses me more than anything when I think about the future. And I’m scared. Terrified. Quaking in my black fake leather boots. I had to firm my uni choices the other day and it took me about 3 hours to decide. I kept chopping and changing my mind – I’d only realised the other week I didn’t want to go to any of the universities I’d applied to. I wanted to go somewhere better. Then came my next worry. Evidently, I wasn’t going to get the grades. What if I had to take a gap year? I’d be stuck at home for another year while all my friends would be swanning off to university. You get the gist? I am an expert worrier. I worry about everything and anything. Will I ever become pretty? What if I boys don’t like me? What if I get ill again? Gah. I want to be one of those carefree people who take life a step at a time. More than anything I want to be happy. I want to be free.
