because I quit school.
Dusting off my hands, jumping on the next cheap form of long-distance travel, and heading to who-knows-where.
Changing my number, cutting my hair, going by a new name.
I felt I was done for this semester back at the beginning of September. I didn’t want to be; I made an earnest effort not to be, but it suddenly and very clearly became pointless.
Integrating, assimilating. Pushing hard, letting up. Nothing worked, and my patience wore thin.