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Monday, July 17
The angels of grace, doom & warning.
I just realised that in a matter of weeks, my life is about to change considerably. And to be honest, I cannot say I anticipate any of it - frankly, I am scared to death, with the worst possibilities playing over and over in my head. (i.e, me having to up my creativity level by binging on Space Cake :O.)
What used to be the thrilling prospect of studying something I really enjoy is now increasingly marred by the fatal "But-what-if-I'm-not-good-enough?" syndrome, not to mention the hopefully unwarranted fear of a dangerously low hot-guy count.
Ha ha kidding. (No, rly.)
But I guess what I'm really afraid of is letting the present slip away before I can take it all in. Will class outings slowly fade to annual reunions? Will best friends find new best friends? Will family on weekends be enough? Will my sister relegate all my stuffed toys onto her bed when I'm gone?
For now, all I can do is pack my bags, books and fake cheery smile for Freshman Orientation Camp this week - and hope that the answers are far less elusive than Paul Twohill's left eye.