I am done high school. My last exam was this morning, so I am completely academically finished. Hooray!
What this leaves behind is a very eerie feeling. It's frightening, it's breathtaking, it's... lack of stress. It happens every year, but it scares me every time. Right now I have no projects I should be doing, no books I should be reading, no exams I should be studying for. Nothing. The absence of stress stresses me out, more than I feel it should.
What I need is direction. A goal. Something to accomplish, and a plan on how to get there. Something like... learning to sew, but less vague and more accomplishable. A list of books and read my way through? Eh maybe... I need something. Oh, maybe I'll make a zine! But I have nothing to write about. The search for a purpose goes on.
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