When I think about the fact that one day.. in a few short years...

When I think about the fact that one day..
in a few short years...
I won't be that kid anymore, the one who sits on her laptop in her room. Stuffs her face with food and waits for that one special person.
I'll be an adult... and ill still be waiting, but now i'll have to get a job..
pay bills...
be alone..
When I think about that, i get sad.
I'm done.