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.