Gravity had Molly's feet firmly planted on the ground but if it wasn't for that her head would be in the clouds singing "Hey Jude," or any other tune that could elicit that emotional spark she needed. She was searching her heart for the words to write out something explaining that feeling of being left out she was having.

Was the music just soothing or was it listened to in order to block out the laughter heard just a few doors down from Molly? Only she would know for sure, bobbing her head to the beats beating in her headphones. Being only a Freshman the dorms, other beauties, adorned in fabulous jewelry that any ADD male adolescent would be attracted to, hiked the hall like it was their own catwalk past her door; just the thing Molly wanted a reminding of, a Friday night on the inside. Staying in became the norm and her computer became her best friend, which connected her to thousands of other people just like her, looking for a good time.

Sleeping wasn't high on Molly's priority list but she would make it a point to hit the sheets soon, growing tired, as her body was being consumed in rhythmic music, which made her move in a way she would have been embarrassed to show off to anyone else but her compadre Mr. iMac.

Being busy and the inevitable loneliness that came from having a tight schedule plagued Molly. She was always going, going, until she would eventually come home to her sanctuary. There, her thoughts awaited her. Everything she tried to ignore that day would creep up her spine and into her ear where they would infect every inch of Molly's conscience. The guy she couldn't say "Hi" to. The test she received a D on. That time when she slid on the cafeteria tile that made her look uncoordinated. There in the dorm would be where her own thoughts haunted her.

She was a little self-loathing, too much of a thinker, but not necessarily anti-social. It was just now that it bothered her. Molly was home, but not home; it never really felt like home. There were never the same type of friends that would come over on summer days eager for some sort of something to do, it was different how people approached her here, like it wasn't just her that was uncomfortable in their own skin. Her inner-pessimist quipped, "Is this what it's like to be grown up? If so, it's not worth it."

Falling into bed and shutting her eyes Molly dreamed of a better tomorrow, another day to get bogged down with work, work, and no play. With that, she started humming those lyrics that made her feel okay, and the laughter in the background faded away to, "Hey Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song, and make it better."