On second thought, looking at tomorrow’s classes, I am considerably less optimistic about college in general. Four of them, with really quick turnaround in between the two around lunch, amount to some serious work. Wednesdays are going to suck so bad.
Put that on top to adjusting to this brave new world, and being cast adrift by the world, and you get sheer panic, mixed with dread and a dash of self-hatred.
So I sit in my dorm room, listening to Radiohead. I really am being completely emo, but right now I don’t care. It is very hard sometimes to find hope. I usually keep going because that’s all I know how to do.