I'm not ready to go back to NewTown.
I'm not ready to leave my parents.
I'm not ready to leave Boyfriend and the few friends I have left.
I'm not ready.
Fuck.
I saw B today. We talked a bit about school. She made me think that maybe staying in Anytown for another year or moving to the big city might have been a better idea. Maybe a third year of prereqs wouldn't have been so bad. I'm starting to think that making the move to NewTown was a huge mistake. Nothing is going right down there at all. My room assignment got all screwed up, I have literally one friend there, and there's jack shit to do around town. I'm freaking out.
I've been trying to distract myself with makeup and nail art. It's working pretty well. I'm getting pretty good at doing my nails (right before I sign my right to nail polish away for the rest of my life). It's satisfying, knowing I can create something (ok, recreate from my favorite YouTube gurus, but if you know me, any kind of art is Greek to me).
I need sleep. It's too hot to be human right now.
This is me, and I'm just alive.
