This is the first Summer of my life that actually doesn't feel like Summer. What the shit is that about. Sure I have a good job now and don't have to live off ramen noodles and wonder if I'll be able to pay rent next month, but at what cost? This first month has been a huge shock to what I actually thought I was getting myself into. I think I owe it to myself to stick it out for awhile to see how things pan out. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to drink myself retarded every weekend.
