I hate big decisions Because either way you’ll have regrets
Like old, over-steeped tea from the night before,
Soured with time
I could have?
Which ever road I choose
People will be disappointed
Both think I am attending them next year.
But of course I can only attend one.
One, all girls, huge, with some of the best friends I’ve ever made
The other small, creative, you don’t need close friends when everyone is friends.
One, where I will be challenged without trying and I will be pushed to my limits,
Another, where I will develop softer skills. Communication and connection.
One, where the challenge is mental.
One, where the challenge is emotional.
Two options, as different as can be.
Two different girls will emerge,
which one is me,
which one do I want to be?
changed from a nice, little poetic meltdown to a desperate pros and cons list.