I am a mixed bag.
Oh, you guys.
I don't even know what to feel now.
Most likely, I'll be going to the U of I next year.
Next year.
I don't know how I feel about next year.
I'm happy. I'm excited. I'm scared. I'm anxious. I'm nervous. I'm pretty much every emotion under the sun.
The thing is, I know that I won't have to grow up as much at the U of I...my parents will make me come home every weekend and insist on calling every day. I'll be as dependent as ever. And I hate that. And I'm scared of seeing all my friends around me grow up, while I'm forced to stay back. And I just....gah.
And if I end up going far away, which is highly doubtful, I know I'll inevitably drift away from my friends. Not in spirit, oh no...I KNOW for a FACT that my best, closest ones will always ALWAYS be there when I need them. But we'll have totally new experiences, and when I come home, I'd feel so...left out, in way? I don't know.
In my mind, the school year has been seperated into thirds: Before Winter Break, After Winter Break And Before Spring Break, and After Spring Break.
And this is After Spring Break. This is the last of high school. Graduation's so close, I can taste it. And as cliche as it sounds, I can't wait to see what the future has in store for me.
I don't even know what to feel now.
Most likely, I'll be going to the U of I next year.
Next year.
I don't know how I feel about next year.
I'm happy. I'm excited. I'm scared. I'm anxious. I'm nervous. I'm pretty much every emotion under the sun.
The thing is, I know that I won't have to grow up as much at the U of I...my parents will make me come home every weekend and insist on calling every day. I'll be as dependent as ever. And I hate that. And I'm scared of seeing all my friends around me grow up, while I'm forced to stay back. And I just....gah.
And if I end up going far away, which is highly doubtful, I know I'll inevitably drift away from my friends. Not in spirit, oh no...I KNOW for a FACT that my best, closest ones will always ALWAYS be there when I need them. But we'll have totally new experiences, and when I come home, I'd feel so...left out, in way? I don't know.
In my mind, the school year has been seperated into thirds: Before Winter Break, After Winter Break And Before Spring Break, and After Spring Break.
And this is After Spring Break. This is the last of high school. Graduation's so close, I can taste it. And as cliche as it sounds, I can't wait to see what the future has in store for me.