i feel like a poet:

I am the kind of girl who still has all her stuffed animals 
and occasionally still hugs them.
I am the kind of girl who wouldn't love anything more than to curl up with a good book for hours and forget that the world keeps going around her.
I've dabbled in drawing and singing and acting and more and loved them all but never pursued them.
I watch movies and shows, eating up the plots and the story lines as if they were ice cream that I could never get sick of eating.
I still play pretend, only last year I went to a friend's house to play Barbies.
I would rather write you a letter than an e-mail.
have several mostly empty notebooks and a head full of stories.
I am not an author because I have not finished a book;
I am a writer


and yes, I am crazy

Peter Pan Syndrome (PPS)

this past week I was stressing out over college applications. Bleh. Why did it have to start so soon? Do I have to grow up now? Can't I wait a little bit longer?