A week away from home, surrounded by strangers. I keep saying I'm excited and ready but I know I’ll already know everything they talk about. I know I’ll be more antisocial than ever. I know I’ll cry every single night. I know I won’t be able to talk to my room mates properly. I know everyone will see me as the weird girl. I’m always just that even at home. So yeah I’m ready because i know what will happen. I’ll break down during boundary breaking. I’ll skip over half the questions. I will come back saying I had fun but really, I’ll just come back wanting to never leave my bed ever again just like I did three years ago, just like I did this year, just like i do anytime I’m with strangers. I will know two people there and be separated for majority of the time. 

I wish I wasn't antisocial, but people kinda fucked me up a long time ago and there’s no fixing that problem now.