teethofthehydra

I'm bored and sad and lonely and restless. I've been sitting in my room all day because there is nothing to do and sometimes I realize how few friends I have on campus. What am I doing with my life? What am I doing this summer? All I've been thinking about is how much I don't want to move to St. Pete or get a real job. I need to go someplace new, and I want to go with Shayle. I know this is the truth. I don't think I can possibly have a real relationship with my boy, as much as I like him. This realized, I can't live with him. I'll die of stifling awfulness and start to hate him, oh god oh god.

I'm the most miserable confused person lately. It must be dreadful for anyone who reads this.

Also, why the ass didn't I go to work tonight so I'd at least have the illusion of company and be making money at the same time? Laziness I guess.

Maybe I'll go to Perkins and have pancakes and coffee and finish my last paper. Homework is a valid excuse for being solitary AND eating gratuitous amounts of starch.