This is the summer that I'm finally too old to go in the fun house at the carnival. This is the year that when I'm in the store, people ask me where to find things. This is the summer where I disappear, where I lose my originality and become just another teenage girl with a blog, fading into the woodwork.
This is not something I want. I never want to lose the magical innocence of being a child, or the ignorance that comes with naivety. But the fact is, sooner or later, I won't have a choice. I'll grow up, move out of the only place I've ever known. The future scares me to death, to be honest. College. Holy shit, that's in only two years. I know where I want to go, I know what I want to do, but I don't know how to get there, and that scares me.
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