I've had enough of living life for only me
And reaching just for the things that keep destroying me
So sick of envying the lives of so many I see
Somehow believing that they have what I need

The semester is over; the thought of not going to school for more than a month is unreal. As I sit here and think back, it seems like the past three months have flown by. I wonder if I've changed. . . I know I must have. One doesn't just come back from her first semester of college unchanged. I have a stronger foothold in my beliefs and feelings on several issues, and I know I'll only have to continue to hold strongly to them.