I was accepted into my top-choice university. Now it all becomes real. I am equal parts scared and excited. I wish I weren’t in the mindspace I find myself in now, where I am anxious every single day. It’s very very hard to get out of, and it is no fun.
I am trying to work my way through it, but maybe all my trying is wrong. Maybe I just have to be patient and not push it too hard. But I have a deadline: School starts in a month. I will have to move out of my home, the place I grew up and the comfiest and safest place that exists for me.
At the same time, I cannot face the thought of staying here another year. I’ve wanted to leave this place forever, so I can’t waste this chance to get out. This is surely the way it was meant to be. ♦