It seems that, as most journeys do, mine has deviated into a new direction that I wasn't completely prepared for. This coming fall, I will not be returning to college, and as much as it pains me, I suppose it is for the best. I know that an education is important. I will forever live with that knowledge, and I will try to go back to finish up my education as soon as possible. I just no means of financing, so for now, I join the ranks of the working world.
As to why this is for the best, this year has been far from the healthiest for my emotional and mental health. Between discovering that friends and family had died and being told that a friend has cancer combined with the fact that I was struggling to deal with the fact that I couldn't feel safe in my own apartment, I've barely managed to maintain some sense of optimism.
I utter the both metaphorical and literal sigh, having gotten past the anger already. I gave myself no choice. The burden of the past semester would have proven too much. It's a sad truth, but it is a truth nonetheless.
Do not worry. I've already made arrangements for a place to stay. My life shall continue on as it always has, one test at a time. The next -- moving and finding a job over the course of a month. I have some plans in mind. Call centers, tech support companies, etc.
I won't be counted out yet.