College is a bore ( Read more... )

Been blowin' kisses to disinterested bitches.

Today I sat on the sidewalk of Exchange St. with old friends who I never knew too well to begin with. It was pleasent. I felt fine around them. I went to BNG and bought a black coffee, a truffle, and a cookie that I gave away the minute I could. It was all allright, I suppose. I wrote a third draft for a story I'm working on, it's going to be a ( Read more... )

I'm in Portland until Tuesday. I can't face a lot of my friends. The will isn't in me. I have a take home mid term to do, pages to read. I have to take notes. There is not time to be anyone's friend. It's not the entire truth but I'm taking it that way. College is a shifting labrynth with no walls, it's my site that is constantly being changed. ( Read more... )

Left my dorm ( Read more... )

Part A: Motif ( Read more... )

I fucking hate college. I'm going to transfer next year, I'm getting out of this shit hole.

It was a poem I was beginning ( Read more... )

Woah I'm in college now, what the FUCK?!

I remember in highschool when I'd see some of my friends off to college and stuff. Now it's me, and that's surreal as all hell.

colllllllege.

...Tomorrow is my last day in Portland, Maine. Then my family (what little I have left) is arriving to overload our steel machines with shit, transparent shit that the past shines through incandescently...Or rather, bleak shit that I have to use everyday. Vitamins, advil, tampons, paint, guitar, tapestry, a picture of Charlotte...Like five picutres ( Read more... )