College at 22?
“What a stupid idea,” I thought. “Brazen, but stupid.” “How was I supposed to accomplish this,” I complained aloud to myself. “How am I to go away to college at 22? I suppose I could just up and go to Japan and chill there for a while too, while I’m at it?” She returned, and I felt her presence ever so strongly. She is angry because I denied her for a while. To top all of it off, she is hungry for me and wants little else than to consume me (One would think that that was a good thing).
She is back with a righteous fury and a vengeance. She seems to have brought her dog. That dog always made me feel uncomfortable for some reason, like it’s eating away at me, like I feel like I can’t do anything. I hate that damn dog. Whatever, after I’m finished kicking your dog around I’m gonna have fun with you. You robbed me of my dignity, pride, sense of self. Then you had the audacity to call me a failure. Today, you learn your boundaries. This time, you are going to work with me. Let’s start with my former friend…