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 It's July 15th. Writing my appeals letter for future college admissions in which I'll probably get a Hold. and then imminent cancellation. 

I curse you forever AP College Board. 

Playing Cinders to tune out my feelings. 

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 speaking of college, in my current state of mind, Squall is probably the most relatable in that sense. 

Recently graduated. 

Expecting exciting, stable career. 

Ends up in an unsteady start-up. 

Realizes he can’t quit. 

And all the adults are unhelpful. And realizes that being independent is a lie and so he lies in bed saddled with the knowledge that he can’t make it alone- that people helped to where he is now, and that him without people helping him is the worst situation ever. 

We were all Squall, at some point.