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My room is becoming more and more cluttered with things. This upsets me. It just reminds me of how much more space I need and how I won’t be getting it until at least one year of college passes. It isn’t even a matter of living area but... space... room... freedom... liberation from this encaged household they call a family. I’m being suffocated. I have since my brother left the house. Well, I’ll suck it up and take it until I can find an apartment... anywhere.
The indignation, bitterness and resentment toward my peers is growing. I’m glad to be leaving highschool and I know I will not even glance back. It reminds me of Junior High. It’s all the same shit anyway. I bet I’ll feel the same way when I’m leaving college. But leaving to do what? I dunno. My biggest fear in choosing my profession is that I will get bored of it. I wish I knew how to become a Restorer, that seems like a job that constantly changes.
I spoke to Rebecca last night. For the first time in ages. Damn me for giving into my desire to speak with her. She never bothers to contact me, why should I do the same for her? Why do I care so god damn much? It matters not. As soon as I find a better college in a far off country I won’t have to deal with my current family or friends. But I’m only dreaming... how the hell can I afford a college in say- England?
I speak horrible things. I’m going to die alone because of it.
The indignation, bitterness and resentment toward my peers is growing. I’m glad to be leaving highschool and I know I will not even glance back. It reminds me of Junior High. It’s all the same shit anyway. I bet I’ll feel the same way when I’m leaving college. But leaving to do what? I dunno. My biggest fear in choosing my profession is that I will get bored of it. I wish I knew how to become a Restorer, that seems like a job that constantly changes.
I spoke to Rebecca last night. For the first time in ages. Damn me for giving into my desire to speak with her. She never bothers to contact me, why should I do the same for her? Why do I care so god damn much? It matters not. As soon as I find a better college in a far off country I won’t have to deal with my current family or friends. But I’m only dreaming... how the hell can I afford a college in say- England?
I speak horrible things. I’m going to die alone because of it.