I don’t know where to begin.
I survived my first week of my last school year. I honestly expected a big turning point since we’re all going to college next year, but I guess that’s the way it is and always will be.
Everyone seems happy to be back and all my classmates are excited for the final year. I want to be excited too, but I can’t. I don’t know what’s next for me and it’s freaking me out. I have absolutely no idea where I’m going to end up once the year ends. I’m no longer looking forward to graduation. There’s this unexplainable feeling of dread that’s suddenly taking over me. I look around me and everything seems fine. Everything is fine. But I can’t help but feel like something’s missing. I keep on daydreaming of a better life. When I’m home, I often find myself looking outside the window wishing I was somewhere else.
I want to escape. I want to go away.