|Taken from ECRKS|
I feel unprepared for what going home is going to be like. I try to remember that all the stuff going on isn't mine. It isn't mine to worry about, but it's about people who have settled into a niche in my heart. And I don't want them to hurt, and I'm so stupid because I hurt for and with them when they don't need it. Maybe it's because all I have to worry about is making it through my freshman year in one piece. Actually, making it through college in one piece. I'm a bit glad I am stuck in Ithaca for 2 days longer than I have to be. I can sleep and think and read and sleep and maybe see a few people. And then sleep some more.