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I went from homebody to wild child at 60mph, flinging myself from one end of south jersey to the next, hopelessly checking and re-checking my lipgloss in the rearview mirror. This summer has been nothing but chasing and being chased. It's been new friendships and awkward sleepovers, piercings and gas money. It's been bitchy and mellow, soft and hard, annoying and lovable. It's only been three weeks and I'm already wearing myself thin. Work hasn't been any easier. The morning shifts kill me. I wake, dress, and drive- half zombified- to the same job I've hated for the past year. The only difference between now and then is the time by which I have to wake up in the AM. It slows me down but it makes me anxious, and the whole cycle starts again when my shift ends. Come home, change, zoom from one location to the next, looking for the cheapest thrill, the thriftiest laughter I can afford. I don't know how I feel about this. I don't know what to do.