Chapter 1? Or Maybe Chapter 19?
Sometimes I wonder—what chapter of my life am I even on? Feels like I’ve been flipping pages forever, stuck in the middle of a story I didn’t exactly sign up for. Is there a final chapter? No, no, no… don’t even think about it, Pri.
But seriously, what the fuck is this life? College is supposed to be the time when everything falls into place, right? When you find your path, make memories, live like there’s no tomorrow. But instead, it’s exhausting. It’s a cycle of waking up, pushing through the day, pretending like I have my shit together, and then crashing at night, only to do it all over again.
Existing is tiring.
Maybe this is just a phase. Maybe this is just another chapter, and things will start making sense soon. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m the one who has to rewrite the story.
Now the question is HOW.
