At that age I would have KILLED to be where I am now. Working in a pharmacy. Studying in nursing school. Studying for literal MIT. These past few weeks I’ve been feeling like my life is falling apart, but it isn’t. Im not doing bad; I’ve never done his well in my life. I’m not used to the praise I receive from people, or the looks of wonder when I explain a weird ass abstract science concept (I’m looking at you Heisenberg and Schrodinger). I’m not used to this feeling, so It makes me feel uncomfortable. What doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable is sadness. So I tend to stay in the sadness. But here’s the funny part. The only reason I’m comfortable in sadness is because I got used to it; it really was the only thing I experienced for a long time. But I’m not 17 anymore. I don’t have to settle for being sad; because I know I have a lot more going for me. I’m almost 22 and on the verge of moving out and almost being self-sufficient. I have been so caught up in the moment that I haven’t been able to appreciate just how fucking dope I’ve been doing.