I hate the familiarity. I hate the smell of the air. I hate the growing feeling of hopelessness. I hate how distant I am from where I wanted to be by now. I hate the uncertainty of my future. I hate that I’m forced to do things that hinder me from accomplishing my dreams just because that’s “what you do,” as you get older. I hate that I’m getting older.

Every single day, I’m scared that the window’s going to close on me.
Every single day, I’m scared that the window’s already closed.