This morning when I woke up I didn't want to come back to Chapel Hill. I almost started crying, because I didn't want to leave.
Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here. I'm not really cut out for college life. Sometimes I wonder why I don't just leave and go back to where I belong.
I was never really given a choice. It wasn't ever, "Oh, Erika, do you want to go to college?" It wasn't even, "Oh, Erika, which college do you want to go to?" My life was already planned out for me. Years ago, maybe.
And now I don't know why I'm here or what the fuck I'm going to do with the rest of my life.