I’m going on a weekend mini vacation with my boyfriend.

I could be excited, instead:

what do I wear/what do I say/oh god I’m going to the beach/I look nasty at the beach/my thighs are not ready for the beach/dear lord there will be other teenagers there/ other teenagers don’t like me/ especially the kind that go on spring break trips/I want to stay home/ my stomach hurts/ oh god/ oh my god/ why am I such a teenage girl.