i’m so sad to be leaving campus. i feel a sense of relief to be coming home but at the same time i can’t believe freshman year is over. we’re never going to be newly minted college students ever again. and although it’s going to be great being sophomores i don’t know how i feel about this. and i’m going to miss school and everyone there so much over the summer i don’t know what to do
i wish i could take brown home with me
and spread it around
so everyone else can experience the deep, heartshattering love i feel for this place
i can’t put it into words
I want to be a really cute dog that everybody loves and I want to love people and have them love me back and eat without the problem of people thinking I’m fat and ugly when I gain weight and also have my life contain meaning too id save lives id be one of those guide/search dogs id be a meaningful, fat, lovable little shit
i’m ending the school year exactly how i started it; sitting alone in a dorm room in keeney. so many things have happened this year that if i had the time and the creativity i could probably write a novel about it. or not, since honestly my life isn’t that interesting. ha, but seriously. i would post a long, sentimental status on facebook but i know nobody really cares. so i’m putting this here as a reminder to future me of freshman year, all the crazy shit (good and bad) that happened and all the lessons i’ve learned and great things i’ve experienced.
going to this chocolate buffet in boston with my roommate tomorrow and i’m so excited i can’t breathe i’m going to feel like a fat shit but i think the emotional ramifications are worth the pleasure
I wish I could stop eating myself sick
Someone fix me I’m dysfunctional and my brain is disconnected from my heart
you told me that you thought i was the type of girl who liked to have a bunch of guys chasing me, but who would never reciprocate.
i laughed it off and said you were wrong. but this is what i wish i could’ve expressed to you. at the time, i didn’t know how to explain it in a way that would make sense. but it’s that time of night and i’m finally doing some thinking, and i think i can give it a shot now.
struggling because i want to feel the sun but i don’t want to be cold but i want to be productive and i need an outlet but being in a library makes me feel sad
what to DO
there should be a tumblr dedicated to photos of hot guys with puppies mm
staying in on a wednesday night graph-searching all the friends i can’t see anymore, listening to sad music, and cry-laughing
i think i’ve reached a personal low
so i’m at this lecture/book signing of some guy because i’m covering it for the herald and it’s actually super interesting. it’s supposedly this brown alum who graduated in the nineties who went on to be an incredible journalist, and he’s written for the times, and he’s won two pulitzers. he’s going to be talking about america in the middle east which is a topic that i’ve only ever learned about/discussed superficially.
i’m so glad that i’m a part of the herald because i know if i weren’t, i probably would not be here right now. almost everybody else here is an elderly person hahaha it’s kind of sad that at a school like this the students so seldom come out to the lectures that we’re offered.