I knew this would happen. Being at home has made me not want to do work. It makes me miss being able to sit around and make spontaneous plans with people and not worry about fucking papers and homework and getting back to school on time and waking up early. Last night I kept thinking that I’d be home for a while and I’d start to almost panic if I thought about how I’d only be around for one night. I’m leaving for Santa Cruz in an hour. I know once I get back I’ll be fine, but leaving is turning into the hardest part.
I think my problem was that I separated my realities. I had my life at school and my life and home instead of just my life.
