Today I start my sophomore year of college. As I sit back and read everybody's farewell to summer posts that are fully equipped with collages made up of a thousand pictures, and "I hate saying good bye to my best friend" story-book-sized paragraphs, I start to think about how slightly pathetic I am.

If I were to go away to college and create a good-bye post, it would consist of a collage of me and my dogs and a story-book-sized paragraph about how not spending all day every day with them kills me.

Thankfully, I commute and I never have to leave my best friends, a.k.a my dogs. However, commuting to a college that is literally smaller than my high school does have its cons. There are very few opportunities to meet new people when you drive straight there, sit through class, then immediately drive home. Also, it is hard to want to spend any more time there than you have to, which brings me to my lack of college experience.

While I can't entirely blame my severe lack of a social life to my tiny school, my extremely introverted/anti-social personality might have something to do with it. Either way, as I compare my summer, or life in general, to those around me I am slightly ashamed of myself. Part of me wants to go out every night and take a lot of pictures, hang out with a lot of people, and make tons of friends. But the other part of me, the more dominant part, wants to lay in bed with my dogs every night, eat pizza and watch Netflix.

How do you find a common ground?

As I enter the half-way point of my college career, the words "these are the best years of your life" are playing in the back of my mind, and I can't help but wonder if I am wasting my college life away.

Part of me wants to move away to a bigger college where there are more people and places to go and more memories to make. The other part of me gets nauseous thinking about that idea. And let's be honest, if I go away to a bigger school am I really going to go out of my way to interact with people that drain the life out of me? Is being labeled as "the quiet girl" really that bad? Finishing an entire Netflix series and entire pizzas in one sitting is surely a night to remember right?

Here is to another year of desperately scanning cafeterias for empty tables, class rooms for a seat next to no one, and wearing headphones when my phone is dead to avoid potential awkward conversations with strangers.

This is an introverts desperate plea for advice on how to make friends.

Send help.