There's always that one week each month that almost every girl dreads. (Yeah, I'm going there.) And girls always know this week has arrived when their skin just isn't behaving, the small things are enough to drive them crazy, and they find themselves crying into a pillow at night for no good reason. And then sometimes they do have good reasons.
Scared of living without my parents for the first time. Scared of the same lack of friendships as I had at OCC. Scared of relationships diminishing from distances that aren't so long. Scared of not knowing how to cook dinner for myself each night besides mac & cheese and ramen. Scared that I never have a real plan or answer when people ask me what I want to do after college. But for the most part, it's a general scared for the general future.
And I'm coming up very close to the point where I no longer want to tell people just how scared I'm getting because I'm tired of the same response. "Don't be scared! You'll be fine, so stop worrying." Cause quite frankly, that's not what I want to hear. I know that I will be fine because I've got God as my support group. But that does not mean that parts of me won't freak out beforehand.
Sometimes, a girl just needs a hug in order to know that things will be okay.