Somewhere between unsure and a hundred...

I have pushed so many people away that I'm afraid I have isolated myself. Every day I get a little more unsure of my footsteps, unsure that the direction I'm going will eventually lead me to what I'm looking for. I don't even know what it is I'm seeking at this point, I just know that part of me is very empty.

Summer is surely flying by and before too long I'll be beginning my senior year at E&H. Senior year, it's almost the end of this road. And then where from there? Where will I find myself a mere YEAR from now. I find myself enjoying the comfort of this soft nest I've built in south western Virginia, knowing I have arms to fall back in if I should fail at whatever endeavor I have undertaken. It's scary, I won't even try to gloss over my fear of how close REAL adulthood is.

Okay, back to the book I am completely engrossed in.