College can really be something else. Imagine, it’s been months, and you still bump around the campus like it’s an intricate labyrinth. There are people you talk to from time to time, but not nearly enough to classify them as anything more than a mere acquaintance. College can be that way. Time seems to slow down as soon as your heel grazes the carpet fiber of your classrooms. Somehow it stretches with each glance at the wall clock. You wear your anxiety more than you wear that expensive bracelet your parents got you for your last birthday. The frayed piece of the many layers of faux contentment fail to get snagged on your bedroom door handle and unravel. As you lay in bed wrapped in your own façade, as if the ceiling had an epiphany decorating its blank canvas, you come to the realization that this guise is more for your own comfort as opposed to your peers. It’s what you’ve been using to entertain your reflection as you drown in the corner. You are the glaring off key notes in a...
