...nothing to say...
when i was in 4th grade i had a journal named Kaya. I loved her. But I always had to write ...nothing to say... over and over again in cursive because I didn't have any friends other than Kaya. I hated moving to a different school.
Sometimes I feel the same here at Utah State. And other times, I feel I am surrounded by amazing people that really are my friends.
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