I turned 19 two weeks ago and the realization that I'm a legal full-blown adult scares me to a point of no return. 19 is my last year of being a teenager and I feel uncontrollably weird about it. This time next year I'll be 20 and on the route to my 30s, 40s, 50s, and so on and so forth. I know you may be thinking, "Slow your roll girl, you're only 19," to which I'd respond, "I totally feel you, but time flies faster and faster every year and by the time I'm 50 all I'll have to do is blink, and be I'll be 60."

Though I'm 19, I don't act like it. I'm probably the most immature 19-year-old to ever walk the earth and I don't know if that's ever going to change, which makes me sensationally SCARED. I mean I'm still an avid watcher of "SpongeBob SquarePants", I quote vines every waking moment, and I think people tripping is hilarious. I'm a 12-year-old boy in a 19-year old woman’s body.

Send help.

Being an adult also means crazy responsibilities. The last three doctors’ appointments I scheduled I didn't go to because I completely forgot, and I set alarms for them on my phone. How does that happen? And now I have bank accounts where I must save and ration money, but I don't know how which is a problem.

Adults must make decisions that ensure their general safety which seems like a minimal task, but it’s a lot. It's important to make the right decisions, but there is a mass amount of pressure that comes with that. I so strongly want to have all the right answers, but right now, I have almost no answers.

The thing that scares me the most about being an adult is being sprung into the world. I've been nestled in this protective cocoon where I'm surrounded by safety and I don't want to live. I've literally told my mom I want to live with her until I'm 30, to which she uncomfortably laughed. I don't want to face rejection, or stress, or heartbreak, and all the other inevitable things that adulthood brings.

Yes, I'm immature and laugh at the most inappropriate times.

Yes, I am forgetful and suck when it comes to making good decisions. And sure, I'm so sheltered I don't know how the real world works. But one thing that keeps me going is knowing that I don't need to be a full-fledged adult right now. Technically speaking, yes, I'm an adult, but that doesn't mean that I must have my life together right away.

I'm still sorting things out, like many 19-year-old college kids are. Adulthood comes with constantly learning, failing, succeeding, and so much more. I'm scared of being an adult because I don't know how I'm going to handle the label. I just need to be confident in that I'm going to kill being an adult with all the disappointment’s and victories that it entails.