Thought Catalog

Growing

Somewhere on a Highway

Sometimes you’re moving forward. Sometimes you’re running in place. Sometimes you’re sprinting 90 miles an hour in what feels like the wrong direction. Sometimes you’re stuck.

You’re allowed to be young and dumb, it teaches you the best lessons, but growing up is different and it’s hard. It’s a lot more structured and just really lonely. I’m trying to get used to being alone, but sometimes the silence grows so loud I can’t take it.