Ramble Ramble Ramble
Ahh yes, another start to another semester, filled with anxiety and self-conciousness mixed with too little sleep. When will it all be over?
Oh yea, in a few months.
Whaaaaat? All that I've wanted for the past four years was for all of it to be over with, and now it is. While a lot of people are trying to get in as much time as they can with their friends, living it up at My Brother's Place and Johnny K's, I find myself in the same position that I've found myself since forever- I would rather be home, watching movies and eating chicken. But now, more than ever, it feels like I'm regressing into the hermit that I'm destined to be. I can't really have fun anymore, at least not the way I used to when I first came to DC. When I'm out, all I can think about is all the work I have to get done, whether I can afford the bills this month- what am I doing spending money on overpriced beers?- and it all comes back to the fact that I would rather be home, safe and free of social anxiety. I guess it's kind of a sweet relief, this graduation thing. I don't see it as impending doom, but rather as a chance to fucking relax.
All I want is my own apartment in a non-ghetto part of this city, with a large bed and a down comforter and a plasma tv and a laptop so I never have to get out of said bed.
Being depressed is sexy, ya'll.
Oh yea, in a few months.
Whaaaaat? All that I've wanted for the past four years was for all of it to be over with, and now it is. While a lot of people are trying to get in as much time as they can with their friends, living it up at My Brother's Place and Johnny K's, I find myself in the same position that I've found myself since forever- I would rather be home, watching movies and eating chicken. But now, more than ever, it feels like I'm regressing into the hermit that I'm destined to be. I can't really have fun anymore, at least not the way I used to when I first came to DC. When I'm out, all I can think about is all the work I have to get done, whether I can afford the bills this month- what am I doing spending money on overpriced beers?- and it all comes back to the fact that I would rather be home, safe and free of social anxiety. I guess it's kind of a sweet relief, this graduation thing. I don't see it as impending doom, but rather as a chance to fucking relax.
All I want is my own apartment in a non-ghetto part of this city, with a large bed and a down comforter and a plasma tv and a laptop so I never have to get out of said bed.
Being depressed is sexy, ya'll.