Mad world...
Today I was followed home on the 2 bus at night by some creepy guy pretending to read... thank God the bus driver didn't let him off with me. i swear, bus drivers are sages.
It's surprising how quickly my Spain-induced euphoria wore off once I got back. I have my dorm, classes, my mother, and the fact that I have a hopeless crush on a guy with a boyfriend (with whom I've exchanged less than 15 words with) that I'm too anxious to even talk to *intake of breath* to thank for that.
I hate this year. And today, I really hate being gay.
But, my birthday's in a week. I just need to go to bed, I'll feel better tomorrow.
It's surprising how quickly my Spain-induced euphoria wore off once I got back. I have my dorm, classes, my mother, and the fact that I have a hopeless crush on a guy with a boyfriend (with whom I've exchanged less than 15 words with) that I'm too anxious to even talk to *intake of breath* to thank for that.
I hate this year. And today, I really hate being gay.
But, my birthday's in a week. I just need to go to bed, I'll feel better tomorrow.