I'm sleepy.
And guilty-feeling.
And stressed.
And scared.
And alone. I am so bad at being alone. Why does growing up mean learning how to be alone?
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- EK
- I'm an Ottawa girl studying journalism in Halifax. I'm a feminist and an improvisational theatre enthusiast. I love cats, scarves and a good book. If I'm not studying, I'm probably listening to CBC.
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You don't need to be alone...
Growing up is also learning to recognize the difference between being alone and being lonely. It's a doozie.
This is probably creepy, because you don't know who I am, but I'm a friend of a friend. (Friend once removed?) And I was where you are now a year ago. It'll all shake out.
They make you go straight to frosh week because sometimes its best not to have the time to think. You'll have some time to yourself once classes start, and by then it all seems a little less daunting.
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