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I got some fish today. Then I remembered I'm probably dropping out this weekend. I guess at least for a week I'll have more than two friends. I don't see a point in staying, considering that even if I do I would only pass one class. I don't know how they haven't kicked me out already. I just wasted 7 months of my life and a year of tuiton/housing fees. I should have gotten a job. Then at least I might have made some money instead of being entirely unproductive. I'm sure theres a lesson to be learned, but I'm too depressed to think of it. The only reason I dont have more scars from this is because whenever I sit and think about it I get sad enough that I can't even move. Pretty music helps a little bit. The guitar in this song makes me feel better. Except for the chorus. I spend so much time thinking, trying to find the one thing to do with my life that will make me feel fulfilled and happy. All I've come up with is that I want to travel. And I can't expect my parents to pay for it. I just want to disappear...