The daylight flew as I wasted its providence by indulging in meaningless pleasures. I avoided my responsibilities and shut my conscience up.
I thought to myself:
I'm turning 18.
Isn't it time to grow up?
Even with this little responsibility, I'm this indolent.
What will I do when I have more?
When I'm in college? When I get a job? When I marry? When I'm a mother?
No more playing. No more messing around.
No more.
I'm turning 18.
It's time to grow up.
heaviness,
Starry
