I feel so scared still. I’m here, where my heart and soul always was, but I’m still so scared. I feel like I left a huge part of something behind, and it’s really bugging me. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s so good to be back home with my two best friends and my sister, but like with every other life changing decision, I left something important to me behind. It’s so hard, but I’ll make it through. I’ll stand tough. And there’s a plan for me somewhere. 

It’s almost seven in the morning, and I’ve been awake since ten a.m. yesterday. Why can I not make myself go lay down?