As far back as you can recall you've had inexplicable "feelings". Almost always of fear. And then, occasionally, something bad would happen after one of them- a relative passing away, a bully punching you, or sometimes just a movie you'd been looking forward to turning out to be shit. Up through Middle School you'd wondered if this was a power of some sort- futuresight or the likes.

The actual explanation was much more mundane: a combination of generalized anxiety order and confirmation bias that only seemed to make it worse. If someone expected something bad to happen half the time, then oftentimes one would take any misfortune as proof that those expectations were true. Or so your aunt, a licensed therapist, said. Since then your "feelings" have calmed down a bit, partly because of the wonders of cognitive therapy, and partly because if you say that they haven't then your parents might consider putting you on medication which you know they can't afford.

Today, you're leaving to start college, and your feelings have been worse than ever. That's to be expected though. You'll be living on your own for the first time in 18 years in a town where you know absolutely no one, and you'll need to find some work quick that can cover your tuition. It's absolutely normal. Anyone would be nervous. <span class="mu-s">There is no reason ton panic.</span>

You continue repeating this to yourself as your best friend, Jason, drives the van. A minute ago you felt somewhat disassociated, as if you were really just an observer, floating behind yourself and staring, but that's getting better now. The heart beating a hole into your chest slows down a little. The ringing in your ears fades. The world feels real. It's going to be fine. Just as you're thinking that, Jason says something.

"Mitch? You alright dude?" "H-huh?" Only as you choke out a reply do you look at yourself in the car mirror. A pale face covered in sweat stares back, before letting out a slow, deep breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just overthinking things. What were you saying?"

"I was asking what major you were planning on doing again. You were still undecided last month, right?"
>And you still are. You have no idea what you want to do, just that you want a cushy white-collar job, and that you probably need a degree to do it. You'll just do gen eds for now.
>Biology. You're too dumb for med school, but you figure you could still do plenty of good helping with the non-human things.
>Computer Science. Ever since you dug a working laptop out of the school garbage you've been fucking around on the things, and it'd sure be nice if you could keep doing that.
>Art. Sure, it probably won't pay the best at first, but people say you have a talent for it. If you're lucky you might even make it big before you graduate.