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My age freaks me out constantly. Not my age, really, more the speedy passage of time. I feel like this entire year was lost to me. It hardly exists in my memories; my brain knows that it happened, but my body is still lost in that junior year fall and some of spring. Most of it is the fall because when I have those moments of sudden shake, when the physicality of a memory is too large to stay in my brain, it is of sitting of that desk in that Treehouse; wasting time, thinking of how miserable I was and not realizing that I was truly ALIVE. I’m not unhappy right now, but I’m still missing. I guess all I can do is keep hoping that I’ll return…one of these days…