Panic Attacks.

You know I'm starting to think that I'm suddenly the black sheep of my group. Every other person is doing well, and their lives are on the way, upwards. They're moving ahead. Me? I'm still here. Here in nowhere. I'm not complaining, I know the consequences of my actions and I choose my own fate and all that bullshit, I'm not regretting. This is just something on my mind. Why is it so hard for you to be sure of yourself when other people are not sure. Shouldn't you have final say in your life, and if so then why do we always let the words of others affect us. Please, stop asking me when I'm going home (no, I'm not talking about you Cheryl) and when I'm going to graduate. This is my life, I will do things at my time. I'm young, curious and spontaneous, even if I have nothing I still have these. Don't take that away from me.