The voice inside me says I have to leave this house. The voice inside me says I have to get car keys and a license. The voice inside me says I have to grow up and be an independent girl, no, an independent woman. But what if the voice inside my head is rushing me to things I’m not ready for?
“Aren’t you the one who wants to live in New York City?!” my voice is saying, with an ironic laugh. I want to tell this voice that I’m not insecure, that I can do it, I’m not afraid. I want to say that I’m not scared to let go of my fears and insecurities. But would I be lying if I did?
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