I’m absolutely terrified about going back to uni, and that’s the crux of it, really.

I always feel lost. I don’t know how to shut off my thoughts about everything else while I’m supposed to be staring at a screen or writing on a page.

I am in my final year of university. I sleep with Piglet next to me, in a bunk bed.

I just want to close my eyes for a few seconds and open them again to stare unblinkingly at a melodic mobile above my head; a soft lullaby against pastel walls. Instead, I open them to a roof of glowing stars who serve as a bittersweet reminder that I am young in spirit but not in body.

I wish to escape my own mind.

Please, don’t let me be alone.