So I cried a lot today. The majority of it was in Bryan's car while trying to explain how excited I am for college, while at the same time I want to curl up in bed with my mom and cry and pretend its never going to happen.. But it is, I have half of my books, I have pillows and towels; clothes hangers and a mattress pad; storage and a fridge. Yet buying those things in full knowledge that I was going to go away and use them didn't really hit me. Its hitting my mom and my little brother, but until this night, it hadn't hit me.
I want to know when I became a grown up.
I don't know when to tell when I have a fever. I don't know how to get through the night by myself when I have a bad dream. What if I throw up?
I've done these things at home, but I could always go downstairs and get my mom.. And that's changing and I'm petrified..
Holy crap..
