i should’ve listened to my mom. i should’ve gone to community college and graduate with my associates with j before transferring to uni. i could’ve 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 “the four year college experience”. i cry so often, it stresses me out so bad. i’ll have the best days, but the second i’m alone to my thoughts in my dark room, i have to think about leaving my boy, my sweet j🫶🏻. how will i ever? i’m not dreading all of it. my major is outdoor recreation, and my minor is theatre. i’m joining the climbing club with a close friend from highschool. i’m doing sorority rush, despite that not being my personality. i’m so so scared that i won’t make friends. i’ve had so many people hype me up and say i’m a ray of sunshine, outgoing, and that if people don’t like me they’re 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, i’ll just regret it, constantly thinking of the “what ifs” i try to see the positives, but every day i dread it more and more.