I’m afraid. I’m afraid that I’m losing my tan. I’m afraid that the one book I’ve chosen to read this summer is not even intellectually stimulating. I’m afraid that I sleep too much. I’m afraid that my marathon running goal will not be achieved when I realize that 26 miles is very very far. I’m afraid that when my boyfriend goes to California he’ll fall in love with a surfer girl. I’m afraid that I’ll never work more than two shifts a week at work.
So: I’m pale, I’m a shoddy English major, I’m lazy, I’m still lazy, I’m jealous, I’m poor.