All Apologies

The next few days were spent in a relative fog. Nothing seemed to be quite as it was. It's as though I've crossed a precipice in my life that had a clear before and a clear after. As though the day at The Nest was a culmination of all my shitty choices that got me to this point and completely shattered my sense of self. 

My professors were kind enough to be workable with me. Part of that was probably because they didn't know the full truth but I feel like I'm entitled to a little creative editing at this juncture. As long as I've gotten everything submitted by this time next week, I should be good to go, which is a good thing because my grandmother's house is not within walking distance of the school, at all and it's taken me a bit of time to be able to emerge into the world from the safety of that cocoon.