Who wants to look at this “additional essay about you” and I just wrote and convince me not to send it in with my college application?
Email me: megan@meganbaker.net
There are currently 39 books on my to-read list on goodreads, but I’m about to dive in to something else, I think. Or just watch more Breaking Bad.
It is really bizarre being in my childhood home because everything smells weird, but familiar weird. It’s not a bad thing, but nothing smells like my house - the laundry detergent is different and the fireplaces give off a wooden smell all summer long. I feel seriously out of sorts, which (at least in part) is why I came home, but being here is just making everything feel even more surreal. Part of that may be the fact that I am on antibiotics and feel like shit, but I think most of it is that everything seems like it has crash landed.
"I don’t know when I started believing that the world was going to end no matter what, and there was nothing I could do about it but accept it. I don’t know when I started teasing the people who care, or when I started thinking that caring meant you were a flake. I think everyone around me seemed so convinced, so certain, that I let myself get carried away."
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