I also couldn’t hang out with friends, go shopping, go to work, or really do anything that might motivate me to get my homework and classes done on time. College felt like a glass less then half empty. I found myself getting comfortable in a pattern of turtle like movements when only a week earlier I was thriving going 100 miles per hour.
Hauling two bins, three milk crates, a few bags, a fish tank, a cooler full of water, and a futon up four flights of stairs is hard work. But the exhaustion that I felt from moving in paled in comparison to my exhaustion after trying to make new friends.
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