fenchurch

People who are currently discussing/planning to come visit me in the wilds of Vermont:

minimalism909
unfound
Isadora
infornography

I have the bestsest friends ever.
My future's so bright, I gotta wear shades. Or something.

I really don't want to go to class.
I want to move to Richmond and be Isadora and infornography's crotch snake.
Or maybe just disappear.


It's weird the things that make us question everything...the things that we think that we want, and the things we think we know about ourselves. The things that we discuss in excrutiatingly abstract terms...


I go through such bizarre phases of being content and feeling generally ill at ease...this doesn't even really feel like it has anything to do with the breakup (because yeah...we broke up...) I just had somehow finally settled into a niche type thing at home, the place where I usually feel the most ill at ease, and now being uprooted again is just........uncool. I know I'll probably adjust again, settle in, just like I always do, but if I don't I'm questioning if I even want to be here, if I'm doing what I really want to do. But is there anything I really want to do? Geez. Can I really be a professional crotch snake? Answer: yes.

Summer will be here before I know it. That's what I'm sticking to for now. I just can't worry about the rest. It's too big. And there's so much more I don't know about either. Like...anything. Everything.



I feel so far removed up here, I think that's the biggest thing. It's so hard to go anywhere or do anything that isn't on this tiny, suffocating campus. I wish I had a car. Or unlimited money so I could travel on weekends. It wouldn't be such a big deal then. But it is.


I'll figure it all out.
Or I won't.
It's all good.
Or not.
I have to go to class.




PS - Yesterday was my half birfday.