We are and I will
I looked like a hoodlum today. Everyone asked if I was cold, one person asked if I was the Unabomber all because I wore a hooded sweatshirt inside with the hood over my head. Lies, I told them lies. Freezing, an icicle, I was once an Eskimo. You think they’d suspect something when I’ve pushed my sleeves up as far as possible and had taken my shoes off. Clearly if they were smart enough they would have realized I’m having a bad hair day and therefore needed the hood to protect from anyone seeing it. I mean it looks like baby duck hair and I couldn’t handle hair of that caliber.
I was free writing about any thought that’s been on my mind lately. All I can gain from this exercise is that it’s obvious I really like books, I want to move on with my life and that I’m a smidge depressed. But I know I’m not really depressed, work just makes me devoid of any emotion except boredom and anger. I laid my head down twice just to pass five minutes and I drooled on my papers. Understand why I’m depressed?
School’s starting again next week, yet I still feel like a college kid. I do still live like one but I don’t think I experienced my 3 years like other people usually do. That makes me sadder than you know.
At work they asked if I wanted to stay on another year. I’d rather drive upholstery staples into my gums than work any longer than I’ve already signed up for. Anyway, I will hopefully be enrolling into grad school and living out in Vegas. Whatever lies ahead of me will be exciting and it will be life and it will be making up for those 3 safe years I spent at college, it will not be staying in the same place, life and unhappiness that I desperately want to change (change was the dirtiest, meanest and truthful word I could use).
I was free writing about any thought that’s been on my mind lately. All I can gain from this exercise is that it’s obvious I really like books, I want to move on with my life and that I’m a smidge depressed. But I know I’m not really depressed, work just makes me devoid of any emotion except boredom and anger. I laid my head down twice just to pass five minutes and I drooled on my papers. Understand why I’m depressed?
School’s starting again next week, yet I still feel like a college kid. I do still live like one but I don’t think I experienced my 3 years like other people usually do. That makes me sadder than you know.
At work they asked if I wanted to stay on another year. I’d rather drive upholstery staples into my gums than work any longer than I’ve already signed up for. Anyway, I will hopefully be enrolling into grad school and living out in Vegas. Whatever lies ahead of me will be exciting and it will be life and it will be making up for those 3 safe years I spent at college, it will not be staying in the same place, life and unhappiness that I desperately want to change (change was the dirtiest, meanest and truthful word I could use).