She's a worry wart. And she bakes.
The Baking Aisle makes me giddy.
Like the title of this little post says, the future freaks me out. Maybe it’s due to the fact that I don’t know what to do with my future. Every single time I hear people talking about their paths and how they’re going to get there, I just get so overwhelmed, nervous. I’m not the greatest in the area of academics, not a great athlete, and I can’t write a good essay for my life. Isn’t college mostly about the essays? How the hell will I survive? I’m stuck in a bird cage at home. I don’t have much experience with the outside life, without family. I’m so dependent on others. When will I learn how to “fly on my own?” I’m lost.
