the most important years of my life have passed, yet this year seems to be crucial. my mind is spiraling because my future depends on this application. this page of information determines so much for me. but does it? i know in my soul that my university means so little, my hard work means so much more. i am so in my head right now, i am so worried.



i lay here, staring at the stars on the ceiling of my bedroom. all my material things surround me and the music fills my ears. i haven’t slept, the sun is rising. i’m in the room i have spent all my life in. and i cant help but feel like this isn’t home at all.