it is 8:08PM on a saturday night.
All my friends are back at school.
I graduated, it’s okay I’m an adult.
I’m going to bed, because that’s what adults do when they have nothing left.
Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
The doctors, they want facts not details.
The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
The adults are a spew of questions.
People my own age are the worst.
I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
Where’s the chance to say,
No wonder none of us know who we are anymore."