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well....
i got into A college (emphasis on the singular) and i'm graduating in the next few months. what is there to say? i just want to lock myself away in a dark corner somewhere and stay there until i figure out what to do next. i still get the pleasure i use to get from seeing something new; experiencing that brief sensation of something other than my own. but i just dont care anymore. i like being happy. happy for other people. not myself. what is there to be happy for? i really want to get away and start all over. but where does one start when there's nowhere to go? college is so expensive, and i'm so young. i never knew i would have to grow up so fast.
i keep trying to lose weight, but everything just turns to shit. not that that has anything to do with where i am, but i kind of feeling like i'll never be able to go back. can i at least have that? can i at least be happy with myself? i'm not asking for the world here, just to be able to comfortable with something. i'm comfortable in my house, in my own room. yet it's not really mine anymore, is it?
i got into A college (emphasis on the singular) and i'm graduating in the next few months. what is there to say? i just want to lock myself away in a dark corner somewhere and stay there until i figure out what to do next. i still get the pleasure i use to get from seeing something new; experiencing that brief sensation of something other than my own. but i just dont care anymore. i like being happy. happy for other people. not myself. what is there to be happy for? i really want to get away and start all over. but where does one start when there's nowhere to go? college is so expensive, and i'm so young. i never knew i would have to grow up so fast.
i keep trying to lose weight, but everything just turns to shit. not that that has anything to do with where i am, but i kind of feeling like i'll never be able to go back. can i at least have that? can i at least be happy with myself? i'm not asking for the world here, just to be able to comfortable with something. i'm comfortable in my house, in my own room. yet it's not really mine anymore, is it?