So. Here I am at Washington State University. I arrived only two days ago and I’m already realizing that my life is extremely insane.
Now to the outside eye my life may not seem very crazy. But I can feel it. Deep inside me like a wave crashing onto the sand.
First off, I am extremely homesick. Every morning I wake up with this terrible sense of dread because I know I’m no longer in my home. With my family. In the Tri.
Yesterday I had a major panic attack. No bueno. I couldn’t breathe and when I called my dad I was crying so hard that I couldn’t speak. Cute. I know. Thank God for my saving grace father.
I just miss home. I miss all of the things that will never be again,And it makes me sad.
But. I have no choice in the matter of growing up so I might as well have fun with it and be fucking bad ass at it as well.