College applications are the bane of my existence. Not even kidding. I feel like a prostitute, having to sell myself to every public university on the coast. It's not a fun feeling. I want them to just take me for I am, not how I seem on paper. It's suddenly as if all the things I've been doing over the last four years haven't been enough. On one hand I say to myself: how could I have done more? But on the other hand I know I could have applied for Teen of the Year, or done more activities. But did I want to do that? No. But it scares me that doing what I wanted to do might have screwed me over.
And when I get into that oh-so prestigous school that I really am dying to get into I will celebrate by getting a piercing or a tattoo, or doing something that will make me stand out from all those numbers, because I'll know that they saw more than my mediocre grades, and my obsession with my guitar.
And when I don't get into that oh-so prestigous school that I really am dying to get into I will still get a piercing or a tattoo, because I'll know that I will stand out and be my own person wherever I go, no matter what I will do.
I just have to find a way to show them how unique I am.
And it's getting harder each day.
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