I’m a self proclaimed worrywart. I worry about anything, and everything, including those things that don’t even exist. With so many worries, there’s bound to be anxiety and apprehension. Don’t worry, I’m full of that, too. In a couple of days, I’ll be starting my senior year. It’s not senior year that I’m worried about, it’s everything ending that I’m worried about. I’m afraid of change. I worry that after I graduate and leave my family, they won’t love me as much anymore, or they might even forget about me entirely. Of course, I know how silly and irrational that is, but that doesn’t keep me from worrying. I wish everything could stay the same, but move on at the same time. Sometimes, I’m so excited. Sometimes, I want to hug my mother and cry. Sometimes, I’m just so lonely, I worry that nothing will fix me. I wish I could be a kid again.
I’m new to this whole blog thing, but that’s okay. I figure even if nobody else reads this, it can be my storyteller, my stress reliever, my outlet for venting. I can’t promise it’ll humorous, and I can’t even promise that it’ll be interesting. It is, after all, only the world from the eyes of a teenage girl. It’ll be messy, and most likely emotional, but as long as someone relates, I’ll be fine. So here we go. It’s time to step out of the comfort zone, because that’s where life begins.