Curl Up Cozy

Coming back to school is always tough for me. Not in the "I'm crying, I miss home so bad" sort of way. More in the "I get back and all I want to do is hide under my covers and never leave" sort of way. I spend hours trying to convince myself that just running away wouldnt be a good idea. And I spend even more hours debating whether people I care about will remember me now that I'm not there. Because I have a terrible fear of being forgotten. My motivation is shot. My drive to accomplish wanes. I feel slow and disjointed. Of course I know I'll make it. It just takes a bit to come to terms with that fact. And get my life back on track.