bittersweet memories on the tip of my tongue

i move out next saturday. i will place ma whole life into boxes and take 'em far away from everything i know.

i cant deny the excitement i feel but... im also soooooo scared to be by myself. (i have 3 roommates.... but u get it).

i honestly dont even know who i am. i dont know my interests or what makes me tic. i look in the mirror and see a woman when i feel like a little girl. all i know is that i wanna be liked and i wanna belong. which is def asking too much for your freshman year of college. 

im optimistic. but cant help shooting myself in the foot with doubts and fears. but alas, thats like the whole point of being 19, ya know? 

happy to bite my nails and watch them bleed.