My life has… I don’t even know. Everything I know about myself, everything I accepted about the world freshman year, and for over a decade before that, has shriveled and blown away. I look so different– I’ve gained like 20 pounds since then. I used to be so pretty. I used to be so happy. I feel like Marlow or something: enlightened and jaundiced in a conglomeration of sadness and understanding. I swear now, and I’ve felt failure. Gosh, I’m 3 weeks away from summer, when this year — this year that’s stripped every lick of self-confidence from my bones leaving me hanging here like a skeleton — I’m not excited for it to be over. All I want is for time to stop and let me hang here bare a little longer so I can work this out before even my bones start to crumble.