Whenever I am feeling literary, I need a place to write. I guess I am a jaded teenager who hates cliches and romanticizing what isn’t real. I say that yet I still do. My new years resolution was to lower my expectations so I would be happier with out comes. I really do preach this advice, but for different reasons. Lower expectations makes one not over think the situation at hand. Simplicity is better. I know I should be bursting with happiness, I am a second semester senior where life is free of cares and my biggest worry is will anyone want to go to prom with me, which I do think about constantly. Will the boy I like ask me or not? Will I need to do the asking? I guess I have no right to complain. I got a beautiful expensive dress and it is only one night of my life that shouldn’t be weighted. I still feel stress and overwhelmed and not any sense of relief. My “friends” don’t let me be myself around them. I feel annoying and like I have to constantly be quiet. Whenever I have too much (to drink) I get out over control vulnerable and cant help but cry. Moving on is exciting but I will miss the comfort of familiarity. All I can say is I don’t know.