I'm currently sitting here in Bangor. I just spent the day moving my two best friends into their new apartment, it sucks. All day it's been sorta like an emotional roller coaster. I'm up one moment and the next I'm down. For what reason I'm not quite sure.

Today I think that I have felt the one of the wrost feeling ever in my 19 years of life.

The feeling that you are replaceable or being replaced.

This dreaded feeling claws at you, slowly. Little by little until that moment that you break, it comes crashing down. I fear that I'm currently on my last hill on this ride. I can't see over this colossus rise. Not knowing what will be at the end of the coaster scares me.

I also feel that if I crash, there will be another car to replace me. I am but another piece of faulty equipment, or am I?

Perhaps the faults that will someday derail me will be the thing that sets me apart from everyone else? Perhaps I would like to just think that.

Maybe, probably actually.