New Faces

Weeks go by, and I try to focus on the present, on making every day count but at the same time, I am haunted by that looming deadline- the day I know my family and I will lose Mom and Avrielle. I try not to let it show, burying myself in daily routines, college classes, study groups, and even late-night outings with my mates. And every Friday I leave college to go home, stressing my dad- his words, not mine- to drop me off Sunday night or Monday mornings back to my dorm. 

On the outside everything seems normal with me, but on the inside- pure turmoil. I feel this sickening buzzing inside my head all the time. My stomach is constantly in a dull nauseous ache, and my young self is self-medicating with over-the-counter tablets since moving up from Pepto. 

To say I am stressed is an understatement.