#ru-n

where the hell are my parents and why am i not at newark yet?

i go visit the rooms where i'll be taking summer classes and one of them reminded me of my nightmare college classrooms. windowless lecture hall with tiny desks. oh boy

Tonight I pray for the broken soul whose despair once mirrored my own. If I can do it (and I still struggle), believe in this cliche when I tell you you can. What more can I say but I'm sorry. I'm sorry for expressing my thoughts on the ether-net [this community that once existed but now is a myth]. I'm sorry for turning you into my motivation, my inspiration. I'm sorry. I didn't approach you. What can I say? Sometimes cowards are the ones who smile and brave are the ones who are not afraid to cry. I'm weak. And for that, I'm sorry.