I am intellegent and eighteen years old.

I wonder where I am going.

I hear new sounds.

I see new places

I want to know where I am going.

I am intellegent and eighteen years old.

I pretend like I am excited to leave.

I feel the time coming near.

I touch the acceptance letter.

I worry about who will reject me.

I cry just thinking about leaving.

I am intellegent and eighteen years old.

I understand I have to move on.

I say I'm packed to go.

I dream it all goes as planned.

I try to make it all work.

I hope my plans are sucessful.

I am intellegent and eighteen years old