I used to be fun. I used to be a good conversationalist. I used to be outgoing and happy and energetic. I had friends, I had more-than-friends-friends. I was that girl, the one who got straight A’s and was in every club. I still am, but that’s all I am now. I study during my lunch break. I haven’t just hung out with my friends in two months. I haven’t even had a real conversation in three months. I just really want this year to end. I want to be accepted into a good school so I can move on with my life. I want out of this bubble, I want to breath again. I want to wake up and not instantly check the mailbox, I want to laugh, I want to smile. I’m sick of being some circus zoo animal, with teachers and universities judging every word I say, every extracurricular I’ve ever done, every essay I write for them. I feel like I’ve lost all my social skills, a price to pay for good extra-curriculars and above-average-but-probably-still-not-high-enough marks.I just want to feel like a person, a person with a life.