sjsprWriting

Everyone seems to know

what they're doing,

where they're going,

And then there I am.

Alone. Confused. Scared.

I don't know what to do or where to start;

I don't even know what I'm doing tomorrow,

Why the hell would I know what I'm going to be doing in two years?

How the hell am I supposed to know what I want to do with my life?

They say people shouldn't get tattooed because they'll supposedly regret it when they're 40.

What about the important life decisions I'm expected to make with only 17 years of age? 

Aren't I too immature to be deciding my entire life while still so young?

Aren't I too disoriented to be choosing my path?

But most importantly, will I regret these choices in the future?

Will I ever make it?

Will I ever be happy?