jaded

Everyone is excited to go back. Everyone is excited to forge a new life, or to return to old familiar ones.

I'm not. I dread it.

It's because I know what isn't there: people, a routine, or classes that'll inspire me.

One of my old high school teachers called me jaded. It's true. I'm having trouble reversing it.

I'm looking at photos in the last two years. I looked so happy in them.