I have four drafts sitting on my dashboard. Gathered over the last few weeks, they are a cyber representation of just how out of my depth I feel lately. Despite school having started a good month ago and despite being three midterms in, I often forget that summer is over. I'm still not accustomed to having to actually think about things, both academically and emotionally speaking. I can't even begin to pinpoint what I'm struggling with exactly. Maybe it's the sad music I'm currently listening to, but I feel a vague sense of despondency, an uncertainty that any effort is worth making.

I don't even know.