so i’mma give it to you straight.

i can’t write anymore because i focus all my energy into not sleeping and not making sense. i haven’t put on real clothes in about 4 days. also if we’re being honest right now, haven’t really been wearing underoos either. 

i’m taking apart my dorm and i’m scared to sleep at night because all the walls are mental-institution white. also about the incur the wrath of the administration for destroying emerson property.

yesterday i ate 2 pieces of upper crust (~half a pizza) in 4 minutes. then we went to “sUgAr HeAvEn” (in a comic sans font) and i bought $19.77 worth of candy. a kind gaysian helped me out.

then when i couldn’t sleep i ate all the chocolate babies that i bought. then i laid around and talked to leo on gchat because he is 3 time zones away from me and was still up. and then i talked to julia about pizza and tlc shows because she is always on weird hours.

david helped me move my tv to the ups store today. he is a virile man. i know why he did it, though. he knew that the india.arie greatest hits cd would be playing in there (EVERY TIME we go i) and he just wanted to feel a little soul. 

i can’t feel sad yet about not seeing people for a long while. can’t focus my energy on that yet. i want to go home, yes, and that’s all i ever talk about. but situations may be special this time around and there’s a lot of uncertainty about my life plan and i’m certainly going to miss a lot of people.

i have become bitter in a lot of senses because of the badittude that plagues this campus. but i have learned, through trials and tribulations and cocooning myself in my bed, that good people are mostly always good, and they will remain good, and they’re really not that hard to find.