I was at the library today — finals week, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. And my stomach... LOUD. Like a foghorn. Everyone at the big table looked up, and I just wanted to disappear. It’s because I skipped lunch, again. Freelance life, you know? Sometimes the jobs just don’t line up, and you’re trying to stretch what you got. It just hit me then, sitting there, trying to act like it wasn't me, how many times I’ve done things like this, just trying to get by. Always trying to get by. It makes me wonder, what did I DO wrong, to still be here, hungry, trying to be invisible… I should have done so much more.