My last day of high school was May 25. I still really can’t believe it. The days seem to stretch together into this unbeing, this unhappening mass of time that slides, simply, slowly from one day to the next. To be honest, I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m not quite sure how I will ever do anything with the unending stretch of time in front of me. There is so much time and so little to do, but the world doesn’t seem to care about my problems. Time stops for no one, and so, I must rise each day to an open expanse of nothing and wonder how people live in a world that is not defined by sharp, computer-generated tones shrilling every day at the precise time they mean to. This summer feels like an amorphous blob, as does the years beyond. Will I ever stop feeling the pressure of the rest of my life waiting for me to do something with it? How can one possibly survive?
Thank you so much for reading.
See you soon…
~Susie
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