I want to fast forward, through the exams the classes, the pressure, all over. I want a new thing to stress about. A venue, a cake, flowers, a dress, life.. Let’s fast forward.
So I know my age. Nearly 16 and already my fair share of pregnancy scares. I think about how I’m living a life that I enjoy, but for the wrong reasons. Yet I do it anyways. And along the way we talk about getting married and being parents. So being as young as I am I have become consumed by the idea. I think about rings and dressed and baby names.. All while keeping a clear head and knowing it’s silly to fill my head with things that are so far away in my life. Am I a stupid teenager for wanting to be with him forever and start a family together? Am I just as bad as those girls on MTV? A microscopic part of me wishes to be pregnant right now with a little nugget on my finger and my man holding me when I sleep. But the rest of me knows I must wait until it is socially acceptable to even speak of such things. At least I have my hopes. And one day I’ll laugh at all the people who said we wouldn’t make it. I’ll hold up our baby like the lion king and shout to the world how we beat the odds.