I (fucking) hate it here.
I don't belong here. I've always known that, but being in Denver doing what I do best-I fucking can't handle it. I think I'm going to explode. My only "friends" in town (i.e. people I hang out with on a regular basis) were at trivia tonight and we didn't even really talk. I pissed Tim off because I stated, factually (or at least looking at voting trends over the past 60 or so years) that people will stay home b/c the misogyny aimed at Palin, because Obama's not offering a solid economic plan, etc. With that (b/c I was stating it as a fact as it has been in all recent elections) he got pissed and didn't talk to me. Steph, who was drunk the other night-like 3 weeks ago, says she's not mad at me or not giving her the keys to her scooter back, but she said about 10 words to me all night. These are the people I hang out with, and really when it gets down to *real* politics, i.e. how I actually feel they haven't the first clue.
I hate it here.
I don't belong.
I know that, but I don't know how I'll get out of it except by living in my car, but I'm planning a road trip after I graduate and I know there's the whole Mark thing, but really there's a huge whole in my life that can't be filled by anything except activism.
I wanna be in Minne. I wanna still be in Denver. I want to get the fuck out of this no activist and even more no activist houses town.
I hate it here.
I don't belong.
I know that, but I don't know how I'll get out of it except by living in my car, but I'm planning a road trip after I graduate and I know there's the whole Mark thing, but really there's a huge whole in my life that can't be filled by anything except activism.
I wanna be in Minne. I wanna still be in Denver. I want to get the fuck out of this no activist and even more no activist houses town.