C.D.
Monday, 3 November 2014
The Fear Of Growing Up
Do you ever fear growing up? Fear the responsibility that it brings? The knowledge that you have to function on your own. Knowing that you can no longer run crying to anyone because you had a bad day? When mistakes bear a much greater price tag then a simple bad grade. I fear that everyday. I fear that one day, I might look up and find that I'm too old to be sleeping with a teddy bear. Too old to be experimenting with life. That I'm too old to be spending all my time on my laptop. Too old to be able to make innocent mistakes. That one day, someone might look at me and ask, "How old does she think she is?"
Labels:
age,
fear,
growing up,
prose
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