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So I leave tomorrow morning for pre-orientation, and I'll be honest, as I always feel most comfortable doing--I don't want to go. I really don't want to. Everyone keeps saying it's going to be okay. How could they know? My childhood is officially over and the adult world looms in front of me. Everyone's going to get old and die. How fucking immature could I possibly get? I'm really looking forward to meeting my roommates--that's going to be fun. But after I do that I want to go home and sleep in my own bed and read Wikipedia and...I don't know what to do.



I'm going to make another entry now telling you all the lovely ways you can get in touch with me. A friends-only entry, of course--sorry, creepy stalkers.