1:53 PM

I had a dream last night about packing. Clothes, shoes, skincare, makeup, books, electronics…everything meticulously put in its place, into oddly shaped baskets and bags that fit together into a pale mass. I don’t remember where I was setting off from, neither where I was going, but I was not planning to return.

Sometimes I feel like my waking self is even less cognizant of what is going on in my life than my sleeping self. The things I worry about—scholarships, jobs, thesis, and boys—float about in my head, pulling me in one way or another, keeping me in a constant state of mild panic.