Would You Still Love Me if I was a Worm? | by Josephhzhangg | Jan, 2024 | Medium

As I teeter on the edge of adulthood — at the edge of a cliff where behind me is a long, windy road which has carried me throughout my teenage years, and at the foot of this cliff are clouds which obscure the area of my future from me being able to peer down— I’m so tempted to just jump. To kick my feet up in the air and to just soar in free fall, hands up, eyes wide open. To get the hesitation and waiting over with, since holding out for 6 more months shouldn’t change anything. I’m the most prepared I’ll ever be…right? Something that is really important to me is growth. And I’ve realized growth only comes as a result of reflection and struggles. Who am I really? How will I trust myself to take care of myself if I’m not even sure of who I myself am? A thought that has been haunting me for the last few months is some sort of variation of the question: would you still love me if I was a worm? It’s this sort of bullshit question that girlfriends ask their boyfriends when they want to make

As I teeter on the edge of adulthood — at the edge of a cliff where behind me is a long, windy road which has carried me throughout my teenage years, and at the foot of this cliff are clouds which obscure the area of my future from me being able to peer down— I’m so tempted to just jump. To kick my feet up in the air and to just soar in free fall, hands up, eyes wide open. To get the hesitation and waiting over with, since holding out for 6 more months shouldn’t change anything. I’m the most prepared I’ll ever be…right? Something that is really important to me is growth. And I’ve realized grow