Why turning 18 scares the crap out of me
It’s well into September of 2017, which means only one thing. The school year I turn 18. What I mean by this is it’s the start of people who I grew up with, went to school with, am friends with, turning 18. This scares me greatly.
Most people can’t wait until their 18th birthday. They can’t wait to “legally” be able to do all the things they have wanted to do and have been doing anyway since they were 15. Me, well I’m shitting it.
I am not a big partier so the whole “going out” thing doesn’t bother me too much. Yes, I will now and then, but it’s not something I’m desperate to do. There are so many things that terrify me about turning 18, here a few.
· University. Do I want to go? Do I not?
· What am I doing life wise for that matter?
· Adult prices of things (boo hoo)
· Pressure. I ain’t a kid anymore.
· Where have all the years gone? Can I just press restart?
· More on that matter, I felt like I wasted my teen years for so many reasons. That makes me sad, and I feel like turning 18 signifies a kind of, end.
· I gotta act like an adult.
· Losing the safety net of being a child
· When do I have to leave home?!
Why turning 18 is a good thing:
· I can vote
· I can book a nice hotel and stay alone (only a few places let you stay 16+)
· I can get the tattoo I have wanted for years
As you can see, there’s less positives imo. If you know any, let me know. I don’t turn 18 until April, so I have a bit longer to feel more comfortable with the idea or just more time to spend crying over it. Who knows?
Bye for now,