Everything Must Belong Somewhere (I know that now, that's why i'm staying here.)

I am stressing out like crazy right now. You have no idea. I have three days to submit four applications. Also, I just find out that I'm not (even though I was positive I was) signed up for the SAT subject tests on Saturday. (fuck.me.)
(The weekend was amazing. Friday was already explained, but yesterday was great too. After the ACTS I went to lunch with friends, people at cars, coming back, watching stuff on youtube with friends, hang out with nathan and sydney, see nightmare before christmas in 3d with friends, sunshine. Today was alright too: wake up late, go get pumpkins, animals, maze, see skyla, lay on matress, kidnap our friend, trick-or-treat-so-others-can-eat (collect a lot of canned food for the food bank through our interact club), come home, lots of homework.)
So all of this weekend was good, till now. And now I am stressing out and am unsure of how I'll get this all done.
Also I get sad thinking about friends I'm losing as I watch them go on talking to other people not concerned with our slipping friendship.
Well anyways, wrote this for English:

To apply, or not to apply: that is the question:

Whether ‘tis nobler to go through dreadful hours

Asking acceptance to prestigious schools,

Or to venture onwards with no worries,

To live sans concern for the next four years.

To go to movies, to lay on the beach,

To relax: lose all stress that hath consumed me.

For it is in front of the computer,

Eyes glued to the screen, where agony grows.

Concerns of judgment from total strangers.

Admission officers who expect too much.

All of this can be avoided simply:

Denial of what must surely be done:

Ay, there’s the rub, for I’ve known all along:

Could I bear to miss out on exploration

Of a future of possibilities?

Is it not college that all of us seek?

For in this discovery our lives change.

Finding a perfect new home far away,

Escaping a sheltered life that I need not.

And won’t these dreadful hours of time felt wasted

Be well worth the trouble come acceptance?

For it is now that I’m given a chance

To receive education and knowledge

At a place where I will feel I belong.

And while I will stress of the time it takes

To get there, all will work out in the end.

For I cannot live only in the present

When the future may find me regretting

A missed chance to venture out in the world.

What I go through now, the stress and the time,

Will result in happiness all my life.