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ugh, i don't know.
the weather's too nice to feel like this. i feel gloomy right now it's annoying. anxious. so much to do in the next year. i'm not ready for the real world. i have no skills. i want to be a writer but i'm too easily distracted. every story i start comes to an end a page later. i demand too much from the characters. then they're gone. i miss living on campus with friends sometimes. spencer days were so wonderful. it's weird being here this semester with some of my close friends from last year abroad. i don't like it, i want everyone here with me. ok i sound so damn whiny. time to change tone.
ok i just went through pictures on facebook that were tagged of me and got all depressed about how different i look now, i've gained so much weight since freshman year and i know this tends to be a touchy subject for everyone so i'm not trying to draw attention or pity or anger i'm just frustrated, that's all. sorry.
why is every boy i've ever loved a million countries away? ok, exaggeration, but it sounded poetic, i liked it. i miss europe. everything's complicated here.
PS:
you don't look like a hippie in your 7 jeans. you look like a fucking poser.
the weather's too nice to feel like this. i feel gloomy right now it's annoying. anxious. so much to do in the next year. i'm not ready for the real world. i have no skills. i want to be a writer but i'm too easily distracted. every story i start comes to an end a page later. i demand too much from the characters. then they're gone. i miss living on campus with friends sometimes. spencer days were so wonderful. it's weird being here this semester with some of my close friends from last year abroad. i don't like it, i want everyone here with me. ok i sound so damn whiny. time to change tone.
ok i just went through pictures on facebook that were tagged of me and got all depressed about how different i look now, i've gained so much weight since freshman year and i know this tends to be a touchy subject for everyone so i'm not trying to draw attention or pity or anger i'm just frustrated, that's all. sorry.
why is every boy i've ever loved a million countries away? ok, exaggeration, but it sounded poetic, i liked it. i miss europe. everything's complicated here.
PS:
you don't look like a hippie in your 7 jeans. you look like a fucking poser.