Ok, so it's raining out and I couldn't see any stars. I walked 50 feet and decided it was too cold and went home. Now I'm back in the comfort of the basement listening to synaesthetic music, drinking milk and eating pretzels. My kind of night. Though there is one thing missing, but they're always a variable. Every time I look to the left I find myself picking up where I left off in my mind on the word search from the back of the Apple Jacks box.
Why do people think that this is boring? I think anything hectic or wild can get boring very fast. Perhaps it's because I've been submerged in such a party-rich lifestyle for so long that a calm setting is rare for me. Probably not, since I spent the better part of a decade in a solitary setting with little or no excitement. The difference is that the first time, I became depressed all the time. Now, I become content.
Day two of being without weed. It's odd, I've gone this long before, but not with the mentality that I'm different now. Maybe it really is all in my head when I'm sober. I need to keep trying to meet people to test out my abilities.
I skipped school again today, my 4th absence in 7 days of classes. I really need to fucking figure myself out before I get kicked out of this place. My first step is to find a way to fit sleeping into my schedule so it will stop barging in when I'm supposed to be somewhere. All this milk is making me a little tired, and I don't think what I'm waiting for is going to happen.
P.S. I really like Brendan Monroe's artwork.
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