I am in a fragile mood today. My mom came and helped me pack up my dorm room so I can just drive home on friday. My walls are bare, the floor is cold and I have one set of clothes. I realized I just (hardly) survived my freshman year of college. I realized how much I've grown--high school parties suddenly are lame and I do not look forward to living with my parents for two months after being on my own. My life is here--in Milledgeville--where I have re-built my reputation and taken control of my actions. At this fragile state I am in, I am forcing myself to write a research paper in the library without breaking down and who comes to my rescue but Matt.
I want to write more, but I have never been the writer to write about my emotions.
Emotions+writing=my goal for the summer.
