whitelightriver

I can tell that a lot more broken dreams are on the way...It's not as harsh as it seems, just gentle disillusionment. For one thing, I was expecting this townhouse to be amazing. Now I hate being in my room. I don't like it. I just don't. I don't know why. It's so expensive, and I can barely afford it. Soon as I can, I'm gonna haul ass to cheaper ground. I'd prefer to live alone in a one bedroom apartment if I could find a good enough price. My roommate...well, he's not really a nightmare like my last one, but he's sort of a pain in the ass. He hasn't done any of the dishes, and he's sorta rude. He eats so loudly, and that sucks. Just...so many things about people make me wish I could live by myself.

School's coming up. On Thursday. I was expecting it to be next Monday...Wow. I'm definitely NOT excited. I'm fucking stuck. I'm taking classes toward a major that I'm not longer interested in, and I can't change them because: 1) If I drop them, I will no longer be full-time, and will therefore not qualify for my scholarships and financial aid and 2)Because my dad would be so pissed. He doesn't understand that...there's no point in taking a class if it isn't going toward your major and you're probably not going to get a good grade in it.

I've lost touch with a lot of people on here. That sucks.

What also sucks is that I lost all motivation to finish writing that story that I started. I was so excited. In sorta good news, I've sorta started writing music and playing guitar again. Kinda. Not well, though. I DID learn how to play Deadbolt on guitar again! (It's by Thrice, for those of you who aren't in the know).

Leave me some comments. I could use them.