My brethren and I are sprawled in various states of what-have-you as we stare into our steel bits of technology after dinner. The silence is companionable.
That I have so little to say makes me angry. I feel devoid of words. I don't want them anymore, I think, a lie. I desire words more than anything. They're here somewhere - they have to be. Somewhere in this empty space, this reluctance to move, this sheer fright. Somewhere. Choosing words is nearing impossible, each strand of thought obscured in a bulky netting from which I cannot find an escape.
Waiting is exhausting. Excitement is eclipsed by panic.
I will get through this. I will find words again.
Days until college: 13