Essentially, I have no purpose for the next two weeks.
That depresses the hell out of me.
The feeling only got worse this evening when I went up to Anna's house to hang out with her family. Normally I love her family, but tonight seemed odd for a reason I couldn't quite place. Maybe I was just tired. Maybe I was just depressed from the day of introspection. Maybe I'm finally coming to grips with the full consequences of some things that have happened this summer. Maybe I'm aware on a subconscious level that I'm growing up; maybe I'm scared of that. Maybe I'm overanalyzing.
God, "Be to me a rock of habitation to which I may continually come."
God says I am never alone. That I can always find meaning in him.
But I still feel so insignificant.