Wow here I am.
This thing is surreal. Still standing all these years later. When every thing in my life seems to break down and wash away, I still have this journal. Posting in this is more than just nostalgic, it's kinda of soothing in a way that only ice cream and sprinkles can match.
My classes suck. I'm taking 43maybe 2 classes in my major and 1 Gen Ed. It's way too much work. At first I was questioning whether art was my field, but now I just know that I've overloaded myself.
I hate Wal-Mart, but it has a quality that I can't leave. I guess institutionalism.
I still miss her and maybe always will. Seems like yesterday. Still. That's the dangerous part. If it feels like yesterday, then in my mind, it was. All the stuff that happened in between seems so insignificant, but it was actually my life. Then>stuff>now. Some things just don't get better with time. Or "better" means that I'm still here.
Time is 2:44 am c.
729 days.
My classes suck. I'm taking 43maybe 2 classes in my major and 1 Gen Ed. It's way too much work. At first I was questioning whether art was my field, but now I just know that I've overloaded myself.
I hate Wal-Mart, but it has a quality that I can't leave. I guess institutionalism.
I still miss her and maybe always will. Seems like yesterday. Still. That's the dangerous part. If it feels like yesterday, then in my mind, it was. All the stuff that happened in between seems so insignificant, but it was actually my life. Then>stuff>now. Some things just don't get better with time. Or "better" means that I'm still here.
Time is 2:44 am c.
729 days.