When I was 7, I used to wonder what I'd be like when I was an adult. What I'd look like. How I'd sound. What music I'd listen to. I would look at the number "24" on all my logins at school and think "Wow, 2024 is so far away, I have all the time in the world." I had no worries about it. College seemed like such a fantasy to me. Still, I yearned for it, for that independence. I could watch TV all day. I could eat what I wanted. I could stay up as long as I wanted to, with nobody to tell me when to go to bed. Now with all of that hitting me so suddenly, I cannot help but yearn for the days in which my parents would tuck me into bed. Everything is happening so fast, and I feel like a ghost with unfinished business. I feel like I need to do so much in so little time. I couldn't possibly.

Yet here I am. Losing time.