You know, they tell you that senior year is the best year of your life but I’d say that senior year is the hardest. Hard and fast. Before you know what hit you, it’s gone. This year I’ve had to grow up and I’ve made a mess. Grown ups and messes go hand in hand, right?

Not even me. Not even close.

Congrats on the home run.

Work. Finals. Prom drama. You’ve now just been caught up.

Lets get a kitty cat?

You know, I really wish I had done ballet.

I’d die to work in their PR department.

It’s going to take some time to find out who I am and who I should be. Patience ladies and gents