This semester has had absolutely no sense of normalcy whatsoever. Prof is gone. The yearbook is overwhelming because I have no advisory help. Spanish is getting on my last nerve, mainly because I'm taking too many at once. We're not having a symposium or a prom. I have no idea what I'm going to do when I graduate. I have no one to help me look for jobs. I'm getting attached to people that I'm going to lose when I graduate. I'm pretty much terrified that I'm not going to be able to do what I've always wanted to, that I'm going to be single forever because I'm not worthy of love, that I'm never going to be truly happy. I don't want to be an adult.