What can I say, I really do not deal with change well. This is probably one of the first times that I can clearly remember being unhappy. I know that there have been times in my life before where I have longed for something or felt along or rejected, but since this is here, right now - almost tangible it is almost too much to bear.

I find myself feeling the impulse to cry at the drop of a hat, when watching sad movies, when watching the Zoloft commercial, when talking to my mother. I KNOW that I'm overreacting and that nothing is really bad as it seems at the moment - this too shall pass - but it's hard what some may refer to as the "light at the end of the tunnel".

I think the worst is just the fact that I hate lying in wait; feeling the anxiety of wondering when the phantom roomate will return home and what she will bring and how loud she and her friends will be. I like my classes and I do realize I have a lot of other outlets in which my time can be spent but right now nothing really seems all that worthwhile.

Ahhh...I find myself being content lately with things that would have bored me before, and maybe that's not such a bad thing - it's just going to take some getting used to.