hard times
School is so hard. I can't talk, I can hardly speak.
I've spoken to at least eighty people. Noone is like me. I've discovered that very few people are like me. I must lack any semblace of a personality because everything I say or do is not interesting enough or too strange. Where are the jolly perverts? Where are the cool kids? There is less selection here than there is at East High School. There is much ignorance. The upperclassmen, for the most part,are mean and rude. I want to go home. What is my problem? Am I just a worthless, horrible person that 1000 people would rather do without, or are there people hiding here somewhere that are kind, warm hearted, and, most importantly, not overbearing? At this point there are too too many Assholes and Bitches to deal with. I complain to my roommate too much. I feel like a community service project. I could write a book about just the agony of these 5 days...the social anxiety, this horrible buildup and letdown of everything I'd hoped I could be and a regurgitation of everything that I am not. What is my problem? What is their problem? Why? Maybe not why, but when? When will this become the fun that everyone touts it to be? Is this the same bullshit that highschool was supposed to be in your life? I like learning, but I don't like someone writing "poop" on my dry-erase board. I don't like to live in a dorm full of "24 hour party people." I don't like the emotional immaturity and awkwardness of those around me. Most of all, I don't like my awkwardness. I have a problem. What is my problem? How can I solve it? Can you give me some pills? I want to go home. What is my problem? I want to go home.
I've spoken to at least eighty people. Noone is like me. I've discovered that very few people are like me. I must lack any semblace of a personality because everything I say or do is not interesting enough or too strange. Where are the jolly perverts? Where are the cool kids? There is less selection here than there is at East High School. There is much ignorance. The upperclassmen, for the most part,are mean and rude. I want to go home. What is my problem? Am I just a worthless, horrible person that 1000 people would rather do without, or are there people hiding here somewhere that are kind, warm hearted, and, most importantly, not overbearing? At this point there are too too many Assholes and Bitches to deal with. I complain to my roommate too much. I feel like a community service project. I could write a book about just the agony of these 5 days...the social anxiety, this horrible buildup and letdown of everything I'd hoped I could be and a regurgitation of everything that I am not. What is my problem? What is their problem? Why? Maybe not why, but when? When will this become the fun that everyone touts it to be? Is this the same bullshit that highschool was supposed to be in your life? I like learning, but I don't like someone writing "poop" on my dry-erase board. I don't like to live in a dorm full of "24 hour party people." I don't like the emotional immaturity and awkwardness of those around me. Most of all, I don't like my awkwardness. I have a problem. What is my problem? How can I solve it? Can you give me some pills? I want to go home. What is my problem? I want to go home.