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For some reason, being in Georgia is making me feel like shit. I feel like I'm on a never-ending vacation, and that is unsettling. Things with school are harder to come by than they are easy, not that I'm expecting easy...but, does it have to be this damn hard? How many setbacks does it take to make you realize, that maybe, this isn't what is supposed to be happening right now? I'm going stir crazy in this little apartment. I love my apartment, but I know no one here. Work is strange and it's hard to adjust. Maybe having Cody down this weekend will ease my mind.