Why is it hard to remember that?
I'm waiting for someone to say "Okay, go home now! Growing up was all a huge joke. I can't believe you fell for it!"
I feel like I'm eleven and entering the seventh grade all over again.
Everything worthwhile is hard in the beginning, right?
That's what they say.
"What's your name? Where are you from? What's your major? Where are you living? Why did you come to BYU?"
Will one of these people actually stick? Will they be more than a passing face?
I was so excited. So ready.
I don't want to go home, but I don't want to be here.
All I know is the only things that's made me happy are my tea lights and my picture collage.
It'll get better.