I feel sort of like I'm in mourning. I know that this doesn't make much sense and that I am supposed to be like a butterfly finally exercising new wings, bursting into a beautiful future but I don't feel like that at all. I feel like I have left all that I've grown into and all that I've fallen in love with. New adventures scare me. I am afraid of being alone. I am afraid of failure. I've taken outrageously long naps the past week I've been home, trying to sleep off the shock. I was so intensely working for so long and suddenly I've hit a lull. I have nothing to do, no where to go, no one to see. So much is up in the air; I am uprooted. I am never as brave as I'd like to be.
currently listening to: The Rosebuds
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