I’m stressed
The month of May has just begun
One thing after the next thing is flung into the mix
I don’t have time to dwell, only to progress
I have to assess each step
The overdramatic feeling of everything being ruined has long passed
The next chapter is coming, and coming fast
The past feel so far, and the future too near
I’m not ready, I fear
School hasn’t prepared me well enough to go from teen to young adult in the course of 2 months
I feel like a lamb to slaughter, unprepared and unaware
The best year has turned into our worst year
I’m questioning if where I’m going is right
Despite never having doubts before
Cold feet, and sweaty palms
These qualms are heavier than imagined
These qualms make my brain overactive when I’m suppose to be inactive
These qualms cause hot flashes of anxiety
These qualms make mood shoot south when dwelling too much
I would have never predicted how much I would struggle as a senior
I would have never predicted how stressed a worried I’d be
I would have never predicted how taut I’d be emotionally
I do predict that college isn’t going to be the funniest years
I predict that this will be one of the most grueling years of my life and I won’t enjoy the years
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