So you may be wondering why I began this pathetic attempt at a blog in the first place… the answer is quite simple- it’s 1:17 in the morning, I’ve had too much caffeine, and quite frankly I’m in the middle of an existential crisis. Shocking, I know. It’s almost like I’m any typical pre-college student who shudders at the thought of making the wrong decision with their life and being unhappy forever. Oh wait… I am. So why the hell do I feel so alone in these processes when I know that almost every other student feels the same? The story is so simple and horrendously basic that I could vomit. High school girl. Misunderstood. Hopeless romantic. Damaged. Confused. Horrified. Possible alcoholic. The list goes on and on.
In the fall I begin college. As of now, for my senior year of high school, I am taking courses at a local community college to get a jump start on my college career. My decided major is Nursing, and I can’t give you a genuine explanation on why I decided that becoming a nurse is something I want to do for the rest of my life. In fact, I am nearly positive that if I follow through with this decision, I will lead a life full of regret. There’s a reason for everything though, right? My reason is as cliché as it gets-a fucking boy.