A Year to Remember, A Summer to Forget

One week down in the second-to-last semester of my undergrad career and already I am wishing for more time.
Not that I want time to reverse, though sometimes there is great appeal in the fantastical idea, but I want to have more time where I am at.  I would gladly spend another six semesters here, in order to learn all that I wish to, in order to see all that I have somehow missed in the three and a half years I've already been here.  And yet, though my time here has been relatively short --I have met several of my peers who have been here five, six, even seven years-- because it is me, any further time is not allowed.
I wish that I could explain how necessary my being here is, if not for my mind, then for my well-being.  "But you're almost twenty-six, Em."  "But all your friends are getting married and starting families, Em."  "But when I was your age, I was King of the Universe."  Perhaps I exaggerate that last, but the longer I study, the more I am made to feel that if I do not finish soon, I am somehow less of a person than the rest of the world.
Needless to say, I've developed a bit of a complex, though only a select few will be privy to the breakdowns I have, and the rest of the world will only see me smiling, working hard, pretending that I'm excited to finally be done when school when the truth is, I couldn't be dreading anything more.
Perhaps I fear the unknown.  Where will I go?  What will I do?  Who will I keep with me and who will I toss aside?  What can I do with a music degree?
Perhaps I fear falling into patterns, becoming weighed down by generational curses.  So much talent, so much potential, but what if I end up like him?  What if, once in the so-called 'real world,' I become a terrible person?  What if I ruin everything I touch?  What if I hurt the ones I love the most?  What if I find myself wandering down the side of the road in nothing but jeans and a t-shirt, shivering in the evening air, without a friend to my name and nowhere to go?
What if I'm just being overdramatic?
Whatever may come, this shall be a year to remember...and I hope to God I can forget that summer to make it so.
Cheers.