What does the future hold?
So many things that I put off, assuming I'd have time, assuming I'd grow old.
What's going to happen?
And will I be alive tomorrow?
What's going to happen... to me?
You're going to be okay.
That's what's going to happen.
Everything's okay.
We're right here beside you.We won't let you slip away.
Plan for tomorrow,
We swear to you,
You're going to be okay.
I wish the Scrubs cast would stand by my bed and sing to me....
I've been so depressed lately about the future. Since Storm and I split, the future has been really opaque.
In 4 days, I'm going to turn 18. I'm scared.
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