
There’s days where I’m excited to turn 18 next week, but there’s also days where I’m terrified. On one hand I’m really looking forward to getting out, meeting new people and having some sort of a life and being a somewhat ”normal” teenager. But then I get days where I focus too much on my anxiety and depression and remind myself “Hey, remember? You’re a fucked up, socially awkward mess and no one is going to want to know you and also you’ll probably freak out because you’re weak”. And the latter has been getting to me a lot more lately.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m only looking forward to turning 18 for my friends, because they’re all over 18, but I don’t know.
fuck