In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other.”
Imagined Adulthood. Gained Adulthood. Lost Imagination.
This is my life. Already happening.
Drowning in my work. Save me.
No social life. No significant relationships.
Fell in love. Then anxiety happened.
Asked my dad. Ran to Tennessee.
Where am I? Completely lost again.
You will never understand my life.
Been there. Done that. My level.
I dont need to explain myself.