i haven't been hanging in the Waterman with my, i guess they're my friends, lately. I haven't had a real friend since the second grade so I have no real basis of comparison. Anyways they started popping up today like little physical reminders of what my sub-conscious was telling me, "Go and hang with them again." with my schedule last semester i actually had breaks btwn classes so there was a reason to need a place to hang. now i just have straight classes or on M&W just the one so i come, i learn, and then i go. if i went it would be "out of my way" so i'm not really sure what to do since, while i know they tried to make me feel welcome, i never felt a part of the group. i guess i just don't know how.
on an equally depressing note i have started writing in a journal instead of on here because i don't wish to bum u all with my boring post-prozac mentality
not that anyone actually reads this
*sigh*
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