Hello, my name is Carolyn and I should be finishing up my research paper about Cystic Fibrosis or memorizing the muscles of the human body and their function, but I’m not. I get anxiety over things like my car exploding while I’m driving it or an airplane crashing into my house to the point where I’m physically exhausted just from my drive home from school and it is only 1:00 pm. I haven’t taken a legitimate shower since Monday afternoon, but I washed my hair yesterday, so it’s okay, right? There is this boy that I would really like to kiss, and I get to do that in two weeks and I look forward to it. It would be nice if I could hold his hand for a couple of seconds, too, but I doubt I’ll work up the courage to do that. I know that doesn’t make a lot of sense, but neither of us make much sense, so I’m okay with it. Sometimes I spend my time thinking about how I will never amount to anything because the universe can exist just fine without me, but the universe can also exist just fine with me, so I’ll try to do something to make it happy someday. The complexity of the human brain fascinates me, but so does the simplicity of the three cord songs I learn on my ukelele. I’m only writing this because I’m waiting for the caffeine from my coffee to kick in. There are a lot of verbs I should be doing, so I’m going to try and do those now.