When you spend as much time as I have worrying about what to say and how to say it and it still comes out wrong, it just becomes easier to not say anything at all.
This year, though, I don’t have to be quiet Molly Parker with the crippling social anxiety. Things can be different at Pitt.
This is college. It’s a fresh start, a chance to rewrite myself. People are always saying that things get better in college, and I have to believe that. This can’t be all there is.
It has to get better.
I don’t think I can make it through another four years of—
Crash.