i hate this city. well, i hate this city with snow.
i just can't handle it. i'm very close to just saying "fuck it"...i actually looked up plane tickets home today or tomorrow 'cause i just need to get out of this fucking cold chaotic place.
fuck grad school that i'm paying out of the ass for which will most likely do me no good. i can't even write one poem a week anymore. i'm so over writing papers. i've been doing it for nearly 5 years now. when does it end? why did i go for writing anyway? what a fucked up idea that was.
now i have to drive home friday for a fund raiser my dad is hosting for me to send me to prague in july. he'll probably make around $1,000, which will still leave me $4,000 in the hole. how am i going to pay for it? why am i letting my awesome parents do this for me if it probably won't even happen?
my sister doesn't even call me to update me anymore on how she is. i'm no longer the first person she tells things because i up and moved away. i seldom talk to my best friend anymore. and to top everything off...it's fucking valentines' day! even though i'm pretty content with the pseudo-relationship i'm in, this stupid fucking consumer driven holiday still pisses me off.
how did i get here?
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