March 22nd…

What a waste… I thought to myself.  My eyes couldn’t help but roll ferociously in my head when the words scrolled through my mind.  The past week, in my attempt to cope in a new way, was just that,  a waste.

I went to every social event I was invited to.  I skipped pretty much every class, in favor of the company of my new friends.  I joined in house parties… did things I never  did back home in Ceevis Creek.

Well, not that I was a saint, but I definitely made school and grades a priority.  But who could possibly care about this place when I’m not where I know I should be?  Or, at least not near those I left…

No, I’m wrong.  I’m letting fear in.  This is not a waste.  It’s new.  New and strange.  A struggle I didn’t anticipate.  But it still hurts…

How do I ignore the hurt…