And soon those moments will come and go. They will pass like the moon smearing paint across the sky. And you will wake up one morning, next semester, and walk without any fear. Because you are good and happy and confident and capable and a writer. And no matter how many times you eat alone, walk alone, read alone, you’re okay – because the people who love you are always buzzing by your ear even if their voice isn’t in front of you journal entry from Utah this summer, July 2018