I’m scared.

It’s been a while. I always thought when I became an adult I wouldn’t have anything to vent about, that my life would be perfect. I have a mortgage, fiancé, two cars, a baby, it’s the American dream. Tell me why I’m so far into being an adult yet, I’m still terrified. Being alone seems so scary. I’m terrified of my age and whether I’ll be a good mother. I feel like I pushed myself too hard and grew up too quick. I miss just being a teenager. Sometimes I don’t know how I’ll survive, I don’t know if I’ve made the right choices.

Maybe I sound like a whiny kid. I don’t know. This is similar worlds and I just want to know if I’m alone.