Every day, I wake up scared to death that the earth will open up and swallow me whole. Not a day goes by that anxiety doesn’t shoot through the roof out of fear of the unknown. I lack so much preparation for adulthood, but here I am, twenty-eight years old, without a single plan. It’s hard to find my place in the world all I have to offer is sheer panic at the slightest sign of responsibility. Guilt twists and claws at me; yet, I do nothing, wallowing in the utter helplessness of my situation— knowing that I can do better, while not doing a thing. I still dream of becoming that woman who’s finally ready to live, but part of me regrets that I was ever so eager to grow up.

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