It's been three weeks.
+ I'm sad.
+ I'm lonely.
+ I'm wondering if I made the right decision.
+ I'm wondering how my grades are.
+ I'm wondering if I'll ever be anything more than an acquaintance with people here.
+ I'm wondering if I'll ever get my act together.
I'm wondering if I'll ever go home. If home is where the heart is, where is my home? Better question, where is my heart? I feel like I am wasting away; rotting; deteriorating.
I miss my life. I miss feeling alive. I miss the person I used to be. I could sit here and read previous entries from a year ago. I don't know what happened to that girl, or where she went. I swallowed her, I swallowed her whole.
Look After You by The Fray
