One Day My Prince Will Come

I thought first year was crazy. Pledging the sorority, trying to deal with harder classes, moving away from home...

And then this year, I'm kidnapped. I go home to visit Dad and while I'm gone, the university is hit by a huge earthquake. It's completely surreal being back here.

I'm just so lucky that I chose the right week to cut and go home and see Dad for a week.

Dear Sophie White:

You are not being you. Tomorrow, you will go outside. You will do yoga in the quad like normal.

It will be a beautiful sunny day and tiny woodland creatures will flock to you and everything will be okay. Because life is not in that little room or in this little room. And you've got to begin it again now.

Luv,
Sophie

Now if only writing it down made it true.

When I came here, I hid in my room because I was embarrassed I was back at school so early. Lame.

Now. I hide in my room because... it's the right thing to do or whatever.

I hate to say it. But life sucks.

This is technically my second summer of university.

I didn't even spend all of it at home. I gave my dad this lame excuse that I have to come early because of sorority stuff and now here I am, like, a week or whatever early sitting on my laptop at the house. Not at my dad's house.

I love Daddy, I do, but I just can't handle being there with her. It totally makes me want to throw up. She is just always harping at me about something and I swear to god, she is always trying to make me look bad. Like, physically?? Because she dresses totally fash (of course she does) and then she buys me these sackclothes that aren't even my size. I don't get it.

Whatever. I won't dwell. So not into that. Now I just need to find something to do cuz I've been here for one day and I already feel like a hermit. Whateves.