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First semester was as expected, I cared and aced most things with minimal effort. Two semesters later and I keep flopping at least one class or two. I knew it would happen, college isn't for me, the typical life of normal sociability, study, get a job, marry and kids isn't for me. I have very little friends, and I'm afraid that as I get deeper into my 20s I'll only get lonelier, although, I suppose that also brings me relief. I hope I can accomplish my dreams, I hope I can find someone that loves me someday, and I hope that I get to be happy too. Life's been rough lately, but I don't want to give up.
Motivation's coming back, I think. Not for school, but for other things, I'm in that awkward stage where I feel pretty depressed but hope ain't dead just yet, y'know? I hope I can get a new phone soon, the one I've got now it's all cracked and the screen's all messed up, the earphone jack doesn't even work. If I get a new one, I bet reading and listening to music during the long bus rides I take every start and end of the week will make things better. I hope I can make it, I'm afraid, man. But I wasn't born to be afraid, so I gotta shake it off soon and get back on it. I'm on my own, and that's not a bad thing.