"The only constant in life is change"

Hello out there. I'm over here!!!...No, not over there! I'm over here! Or am I?
Tisk, tisk, tisk. I really have no idea where to begin on this one. My life has went in a complete... weird odd shape since going off to school. I keep trying to get back to the beginning, basically to get back to the way things were, but now I have to finally accept the fact that it's not going to happen. I just have to accept the reality check that got handed to me. Here's my current problems/issues/challenges I'm having to deal with my last few weeks of school. 1. I'm not going to see my home again. We lost it. When I go home this time, it'll be in a new (not better) place. 2. I have no idea if I'll be able to go to school next semester (due to financial situations with choosing this one). 3. I have to swallow the fact that the love of my life (for now) doesn't want me.
I think my biggest issue with all of this is the fact I'm not prepared for any of this to happen. It's almost as if the walls of my confidence and security I had surrounding me are now crumbling down, and my duck tape isn't working to fix things. I'm spinning around a swirling vortex of doom, trying to find a place to grasp. Normally, I would list my problems and say how I was going to fix them or live with them. This time I feel like I'm pinned. I just got knocked out by a chair swung by John Cena.
I lost my home. The firm ground upon which all of my life has been built. It has been the place I always think of upon hearing the word "home." In the end, it's really not a HUGE deal. A new "home" can be made, plus I'm a freshmen in college and already had thoughts before this happened that I would be getting an apartment. Yea, things will be rough but in the end my family is a unit and we will always have each other.
This school pretty much f'ed me over financially. I was guaranteed $1800 in work study money. What I did not know was that I would be working for the community center part of the campus that sent students off campus for community/volunteer work. I don't have a car.  Needless to say, I didn't earn the money I was supposed to. It wasn't possible for me.Plus, being 5 hours away from home is pretty inconvenient.
I'm not ready to talk about the third part.
In the end, I'm glad I have awesome friends who listen to what I say. I would probably be a wreck if it wasn't for them and my determination not to let the world knock me around to much. I'll bounce back eventually. Boxing gloves on, hulk face resumed, and spitting angry. Wish me luck world. This blog was bare bones just because it's been forever since I've written and I so needed it.