*10.30.2005 - 5:28 p.m.*

I feel so wretched.

I'm walking around the dorm side of campus, and I feel so old. I really shouldn't be here anymore. I should have graduated. Why didn't I try harder to graduate?

I feel like I want to move away to a brand new place. Different scenery, different people. I'm scared of looking back on my old diary entries because I'll wish I was 17 again. And wishing for 17 when you're only 22 is pretty damn sad.

Every day I think "Maybe I'll just pack two bags and move to Canada for a bit." or "That five months in Israel thing doesn't sound that bad at all."

I just feel like I'm stuck in this horrible rut, and when I graduate, I'll be in a rut with a degree.

I don't know whether I'm scared of moving forward, overly nostalgic of the past, or a freaky combination of the two, but I'm really not liking the present right now, and I want to change that ASAP.

Unfortunately studying for tomorrow's exams come first.

Damn, this sucks.