Come in to my world

We all face them our last year, yes that year that we thought we were going to have "the most amazing time of our lives." On the contrary, as I sit here making my bottom to the point where it's numb, I apply for FAFSA, universities, and the oh-so-famous scholarships. Senior year is absorbing all my strength and might; I wish I could take a moment and sit on a bench and just forget it's all going to end in a year. As much as I want it to, I fear it and just want to hide under the comforts of my home (more like bury myself alive in there). I'm thrilled to meet new people and say hello to independence and even do my TAXES! Oh that sounds so "adult," but it's true, I'll hire H&R Block though. Back to where I started, my freshman year I always looked at the seniors to be the luckiest people that walked in the grounds of high school. I always told myself I'll get a boyfriend by then, he'll be my prom date, and even the first---oh yes "the one." All in all, the irony continues...I remain single and the timid flower that entered high school 3 years ago. College, will you change that? Will you change the person that high school made me? I sure wish you do even if you give me the creeps.