one year

Shit

this time next year

I'll be packing up my room

to inject my life

into a dorm

across the country

hours away

I'll be enrolled

in classes

I'll know my roomate

I'll have made the decision

with my boyfriend

about our future

I'll be stressing

over money

but not over exams

or high school

or my gpa

but over

a new city

a new world

a new life

 

fuck

 

one year.

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