i shouldâve listened to my mom. i shouldâve gone to community college and graduate with my associates with j before transferring to uni. i couldâve gone to every game, always be with j, still had my al and aj days, had girl days with my mamma, and worked as a part time caretaker to sweet old people. but no, i had to be stubborn. i had to immediately go and get âthe four year college experienceâ. i cry so often, it stresses me out so bad. iâll have the best days, but the second iâm alone to my thoughts in my dark room, i have to think about leaving my boy, my sweet jđ«¶đ». how will i ever? iâm not dreading all of it. my major is outdoor recreation, and my minor is theatre. iâm joining the climbing club with a close friend from highschool. iâm doing sorority rush, despite that not being my personality. iâm so so scared that i wonât make friends. iâve had so many people hype me up and say iâm a ray of sunshine, outgoing, and that if people donât like me theyâre crazy. but my head is so screwy with OCD and anxiety. college means growing up, becoming an adult, having less fun. i know if i drop out, iâll just regret it, constantly thinking of the âwhat ifsâ i try to see the positives, but every day i dread it more and more.