I don't really want to go.
It's not just because of what I'm leaving behind, though of course that's a part of it.
I feel as if I've become disenchanted with the whole idea.
And I'm afraid. Afraid of what might not work out. Afraid of not making friends. Afraid the friends I have won't be the same when I come back. Afraid I won't be the same when I come back. Afraid I won't do well in classes, that I'm really no good at what I want to do. Simply afraid.
There's nothing I can think of to change that. Nothing I can think of to make me excited.
It doesn't seem real. It won't until I'm there.
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Welcome to my life. Like, even right now, even though I like Penn State and I like a lot of people there, I'm still not really excited to go back to school, and I find myself wishing I could just hang around here forever.
I don't really have a solution, I just thought I'd let you know that I feel very similar to how you do, and it's rough.
One thing that has made it a little bit better this time around is that I *FINALLY* have a place to go back to, rather than just going to a new, unfamiliar place. It makes you feel like you'll stop missing out on time with the people you know there. And yes, I promise, even though everyone worries, you will find people you'll like, and things you want go back to. It helps, but it's not a cure-all.
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