There is a reason, as I have discovered, that disciplines such as medicine have an age limit. (Those of you who live in a cave 10,000 feet underground, you have to be an adult in the year you apply)
It's called maturity. Dunno what that is? Google it.
Maturity, which apparently I don't have enough of. Let's not go into details just now. I got an exam in half an hour. But yeah..... I'm not ready.
If you've been with me since the inception of this blog (thanks btw) you'll know that my eating and sleeping habits are essentially shit. Were it not for my dear mom most of the time, I'd probably be dead of exhaustion before I hit fourteen.
She won't be around me all the time to "Jo eat/go bed nuh"
Which, unfortunately, means that I'll be losing quite some weight by December. And the bags around my eyes shall quadruple in size. Yay.
Aside from that, my decision making skills are shit. Case in point: Iceburg. Remember him? Exactly.
Emotionally....I'm just not as prepared for this as I thought. I am actually genuinely fucking scared.
Call it low self-esteem but.... Part of me wants to curl up under my bed with my books and cry.
-me.
