After 16 years of dealing with teachers, writing papers, doing research, and non-stop studying, it’s finally almost over. I’m officially about to embark on the next chapter of my life and I’m scared to death. I’ve been searching for internships and job opportunities for quite some time and nothing has been going my way. I’m worried, terrified that I’m not going to be able to find something and end up working a dead beat job. Right now, I’m not that concerned about my relationship with Brandon because my life takes precedent. There are times when I miss him, and while it’s only been a week since we spoke last, it’s beginning to upset me. I don’t want to be his backup plan, the girl he calls when there’s no one else to hang out with, when he needs something in a physical way..I’m not that girl. I want to mean something to someone.
