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How is it possible for someone to be in a city that never sleeps and sometimes still feel completely alone or invisible?

Why can't I just be happy and content?

I'm so confused, and I thought this week would give me a better idea of where I'm going with my life, but instead it's just caused more confusion and uncertainty.

Why do I care so much what others think of me or what I choose to do (and not do)? It shouldn't matter what they think...

*sigh* But it does to me, and I hate it.

I just want to curl up into a ball and forget the world...

New beginnings...

I'm nervous, scared, but excited for the new opportunities I am about to take starting next week...

I just hope I'll do well.