Jan 21, 2007 18:31
TV shows can describe my every feeling right now.
Living in a fantasy world, the witty, quick thought comebacks that strike a cord with everyone around you. It all feels so fake. Maybe because living my Life with Veronica Mars and the Sex and The City Crowd is becoming unhealthy for me.
I left my room today, only because I had to go to a Discussion. Otherwise, I don't think I would have. I have everything I need right here. Some Food, A Computer and My Brain. Contacting people is a click away and even then not very necessary.
I stopped enjoying this Club scene. It has become a competition in which I am an unwilling participant. The group of doom, where every girl seems more desperate than the next is just not fun. I don't constantly want to be on the hunt and drinking to be courageous enough to dance like a slut. I want the lazy weekend, where people drink a few beers while cooking dinner and discussing Politics. No Wonder I hate girls. All of them here don't want to touch those thoughts because they are apathetic along with the rest of my generation. What is so F***ing wrong with wanting to be involved and knowledgable?
It may not be the best time in my life, but it certainly isn't the worst. I try to improve my own situation everyday, I can't expect my Prince to come Riding in on that White Porsche. It's too large an Ocean to cross.