Why I am freaking out and therefore have decided to live in my bedroom forever.

University starts in two weeks. 

UNIVERSITY STARTS IN TWO WEEKS!!!!!!!!!

Yes. That is a more appropriate way of expressing how I am feeling. Which, if you didn't guess by the title of this post, I'm feeling freaked out. Because university starts in a week. 

Now, you people who are super human and who thrive in new places where you don't know anyone, should probably not read the rest of this post. It is not written for you. You are not normal. 

Actually, its written for the rest of us (ie. Me. I think I'm in a group all on my own) who don't really appreciate new places with new people and new rules to learn and a new ways of doing things. 

I don't really like new stuff. It scares me. 

I also don't really like people. They also scare me. Which is why I am mentally kicking myself for choosing to study a Bachelor of Creative Arts (yeah, I'm a real academic) at the LARGEST UNIVERSITY IN QUEENSLAND. That means it has the most people in it. 

I don't like people. 

I have a problem. 

Here's why sometimes I don't like people very much: They are strange. I know, that doesn't say a lot coming from me, but who can argue?! People do weird things! I don't like getting confused looks from said people when I try to attempt a joke, I don't like feeling constantly tongue tied when a real-life, breathing being walks into the room, I don't like being objectified to their staring, and judging, and opinion-making. 

Ok, I'm not that bad. I just lack the social charms and graces that some people have in abundance. You know all the Disney princesses, how everybody but the bad guy loves them, even the birds and mice? Yeah, I'm not like them. I don't usually catch the eye of young, handsome, rich men who decide they must marry me, without even talking to me first. (If I could do this it would be great, seeing as they wouldn't be able to see how strange a person I become when I open my mouth until AFTER the wedding. But no. That couldn't work in my favour, could it?) 

Maybe university will bring a good sort of change. Maybe the problem hasn't been me all these years, but actually the people around me. Maybe I was just too mature for all of them. 

Or maybe I will go to uni and just come back with an even deeper desire to join the Catholic Church and become a nun, or move to some cave in the mountains of Asia, or study polar bears in the Arctic, or just pull the covers over my head and never leave the comfort of my home. 

I just re-read this post. I need help. 

**This has been written in my state of panic. Please don't take any of it seriously.