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I left my dorm room today at around 7:40am and didn't get back until around 11:00pm. (That's 15 hours and 20 minutes for all of you non math majors like myself.) It's crazy how little sleep I get. How little human contact I receive. I'm so tense. I'm sore. I'm impermeable. I realize that I run from things. I am scared to confront my fears and to embrace my emotions. I know people here. I've formed friendships. I've formed acquaintances. But my life feels shallow for the most part. For the most part I'm doing things that make me happy. I'm experiencing Boston and I've acquired a taste for independence. But at what cost? I work all the time. I plan. I make lists. To reconnect with my surroundings or to escape from them? I smile at passer-byers yet receive only a few signs of recognition back. They make my heart beat. BUT I NEED MORE.
I need a hug. It's not a matter of want anymore.
I need a hug. It's not a matter of want anymore.