Lost in The Abyss

Lost in The Abyss

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I attended my sister's university, (the only good university I got accepted in). I went in with an undeclared major; I obviously didn't know what I wanted other than art. I went in thinking that my life would completely change, and it honestly did. Where to start? I am not completely sure where to start? The time I first got a boyfriend? The first time I confirmed that I was bisexual? The first time I lost my virginity? My first set of high school drama? My hoe phase? First time drinking/going to concerts? You tell me what you'd like to hear, or I'll decide for myself. As a retired anime weeb, a terrible introverted artist, I certainly have some stories to tell...
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It's summer - the end of my first year of college. And I am home again, more than a little worse for the wear. College hadn't gone how I had expected it to go. After two years of the grind to get in, I thought I would find the kind of magic I saw in American high school movies, which I had been denied of in school - late nights, parties, wild adventures with whacky best friends, romance.... everything one is told is supposed to happen in one's teenage years. After two years of watching my classmates grow up and enter this world, I thought it was my turn, now. I thought my college life would be like a coming-of-age movie. But in reality? It wouldn't make a good story, of any kind - not even a sad one. The only thing I found were shiftless friends, stifling academic pressure and heartbreak. So now I was home - a little bruised, a little broken. A few dreams in shards around my feet. Turns out, I needn't have worried. The summer that followed changed my life. The summer of - after a hectic, stressful year - nothing at all. Nothing, and yet - everything.

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