I nearly stand on the threshold of one path of life and the next. It's exciting, hopeful, and terrifying. Part of me wishes it all to end. I am tired of so many things. Mostly the triviality.
And yet...

Part of me wants to lock myself up in this room and just be alone to read and sleep.
Part of me wants to cling to 6-203. I don't know. I don't want to be signing yearbooks.
I don't know why I bought one. It just seems silly now. I just want to study or read.

I don't want to have conversations with most people. The few people I would actually like to talk with I can't.

The funny thing is this post was going to be so optimistic.