It is that time of year again. Cold and rainy. Almost seems like a black metal song come to life. Crowds of footballers run threw the streets hollering the old fight songs made popular by their fathers and mothers. I am currently stuck in a tiny office, tucked away in one of the corners of this massive, ill-organized library. My ill mood from school work and lack of sleep has been doubled by rejection from a loved one. I knew in time it would come and to some degree it is not too bad. Its pretty horrible, like getting shot in the stomach but it could be much worse. I could be dead or being tortured in a dungeon forever. Right now my only desire is to get home. Not the apartment that I sleep in down the road, but home, in Montgomery. I want to be in my own environment where I feel in control. The place where I dont feel so shitty all the time, only part of the time.
This has been the worse year of my life easily. Starting graduate school is turning out not to be a good idea. I have friends here but most are leaving soon or involved in being in couples that if you did not know them you swear they were married. I love them but i hate that. My grandmother is dead. I did not get the girl. I hurt people all the time with poor decisions. I found out I may have Charcot-Marie-Tooth disorder and depression. I am surrounded by people I do not know, will never know, and care not to know. I feel like a giant cancerous tumor walking around town (i kinda like that though).
nothing much to say else right now. staying in doing homework after work/lunch.















