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I've tried so many times to post an entry in here that actually helps organize my thoughts and I always fail. I want this week to be over so I can start enjoying my month of peace and quiet, away from family and away from the constant nagging of school work. Although I'm spending many happy days in the new place, I am constantly struck by guilt at all the things and people I'm neglecting. I feel like I'm hibernating in a way, hoping to come out when I feel at ease. I am neither here or there these days. My mothers voice on the phone reminds me that I'm still necessary, but I still can't bring myself to show up. Happy days are here in this new place, where I poured myself into every corner I could. I love waking up every morning in this room, knowing that this is all mine. If only I could express properly what this all means to me.