It makes me suddenly want to cry at half past eleven at night because I feel so uncertain about everything. I have less than two months left here. What will I go back to?
I can't even express the hollow feeling in the back of my head.
On one hand I am looking forward to going home. I am looking forward to meeting my friends again and sharing all the stories we've missed. I am looking forward to hugs and laughs and silly movie nights with too much food. I am looking forward to long walks and meals in McD's and the stupid jokes.
On the other hand I dread for the idea. I don't have a job. I don't have an apartment. I don't have a school to return to. I have nothing. And the thought drives me insane.
What do I have?
What will I do?
What do I want?
Who am I?
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