senyaaaaa year(;

another day of senior year, another day of my life wasted. 

i mean, it is my 16th year of being systematically processed by professionals in academia who hate their lives as much as i hate mine. 

i sit in every class dreaming about where life will take me after this year – wishing it would take me there already. i dont care about anything. i dont care about ethics or philosophy or counseling. i dont even care about repurposed art. 

the scary thing is though that while i feel ive outgrown this place, im scared i havent learned enough to help me in the real world. 

senyaaaaa year(;

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