I started my senior year of high school a few weeks ago. I feel bad for already marking this year as one that I’m going to struggle in, but it’s too late now I guess. I’ve already accepted that it’ll be a year of loneliness. A year of sitting at lunch alone, staying at home during the last homecoming dance and prom, crying in the bathroom during the passing periods in between classes, eating too much food, gaining weight, and wondering why God hated me enough to make me the loneliest person to ever exist and also the most dramatic. But that’s not really the point of this piece today.