There's this slightly creepy older geek-man in my photography class who's gradually working his way up to asking me to model for him during the portraits section. I am Chelsea's slightly repulsed determination to avoid this at all costs. He's started touching my shoulder and giving me friendly pats on the back whenever he can. If there were any ( Read more... )

The bad days, to be honest, are the days where I try to be friendly, and am rebuffed or come away with a gaping cavernous knowledge of how little I have in common with anyone there. Also how little I WANT to have in common with them, which I can’t deny but which just seems wrong to allow myself to feel, so it only makes it worse. It’s not like ( Read more... )