I can’t stop thinking about how different everything is going to be. My parents have always been so strict — I’ve barely been allowed to go anywhere alone. Now I’m packing up my bags for freshman year and I feel this weird mix of scared and… excited. Like really excited. I tried on so many outfits today. Some of the tops are a lot tighter and the skirts a lot shorter than what I was allowed to wear at home. I kept looking at myself in the mirror wondering if I’ll actually have the courage to wear them on campus. Part of me wants to be the same good girl they raised… but another part of me wants to finally let loose a little. I already know the older guys are going to look at me. I can feel myself blushing just thinking about it. I’m supposed to be this sweet, innocent sheltered girl… but I keep imagining what it would be like to have someone show me all the things I’ve been missing. I’m lying in bed surrounded by boxes and I can’t sleep. My heart is beating so fast.
Elizabeth 🥰