Creative Writing, please don't read this garbage

My name is Mitch Regan and I don't really know what to say, I was never too fond of these types of papers. I suppose Mr. McGuire wants me to write whatever is in my head, and this is, word for word. First off, I really hope we don't have to read these things. So far it has literally been about nothing but me talking to myself. It would be embarrassing to find out everyone wrote about something meaningful and I just sat here and spaced and did the first assignment wrong. I hope we don't turn these things in either. I hope this isn’t taken as a serious piece of writing either, and if so, I'm sorry Mr. McGuire. I've been thinking, maybe it was a mistake coming here, I mean I'm not sure this is what I want to do. I never put much thought into college or going away, and thinking back, perhaps I should have. All my friends are gone now and Kaitlin leaves tomorrow. I am going to be so lonely. I have already been depressed, but now it is time for the last of the last to go. I have a good job, and I'm saving money coming here, ethically its a smart move, but it doesn't change the fact it's still all too new. Until I have more time to sort things out and get well adjusted, I cannot be fully satisfied with my choices. I don't have the money to leave and student loans will only follow me for a long time. My parents are helping me out by paying for Moraine as long as I do good and keep my job. However, if I were to go away, I am on my own budget- wise. I am going to leave so that I can advance in the world by getting a higher degree which in turn will provide a good job. You need a good job in order to not only raise yourself, but a family. I am getting tired of writing.