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Olivia Do you ever get that feeling of not knowing what to do with yourself, because that's what I'm experiencing right now. After Jake left me here, I guess, in my new home, I've done nothing but pace around awkwardly, even feeling like I couldn't touch anything. At first I thought it would take some getting used to the new place, being on a different continent, a completely different time zone, not to mention a whole other culture, but that was hours ago, and I'm still wearing down the floor by walking in the same pattern. I genuinely thought, or more like expected, that I would feel something regarding leaving the island behind, but surprisingly I felt absolutely nothing, like there was literally nothing for me there anymore. I don't know what it may have been like before I became a