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So, the start of school is rapidly approaching, orientation to-morrow, classes a week from today, and my mind is in quite the haze. I spend my days worrying about not only the immediate future, but the future four years from now when I'll be on my own. I'm really not excited about starting school, and for as many years as I can remember, I have been. In fact, I find myself dreading the start. It's probably because I'm not a huge fan of change, anyone who knows me knows this. The start of the school year has, until now, brought me a sense of sameness, of a rock of sorts. I've lost the rock, and all of the rock's pieces and I'm left with a mind of cobwebs. I feel like I'm drifting without a clear course of direction. I want to, I need to know where I'm headed, and as of now I don't. And that scares me.
Ahh, the end of summer. Pissa.
Ahh, the end of summer. Pissa.