I can't stop remembering Dartmouth. The good, the bad, the terrible, the wonderful...
I miss it still, and I'll miss it forever.

I can't stop remembering that night when the world ended
When all I wanted was to not have to get up in the morning
I wanted to make the pain, exhaustion, anger, loss, hollowness, all go away

I wish I could stop remembering

I wish my brain hadn't treated me that way
And that it would stop repeating the facts
Past is past is past
Is past, I hope, I pray

Sometimes, when I'm not paying enough attention, my brain tells me things
Today, I heard:
I would have been prouder (happier) to die at Dartmouth
Than to live at UW

JeriJo suggested that I should apply to other schools
I can't
Dartmouth was my all
My everything
Now I'm not quite sure what's mine
Except the instability
Of living.

*note*
Don't over-react you silly buggers!