Gah. I need a break. One of my favorite movies (Good Will Hunting) came on the tube tonight and I sat down to watch. During it, a strong feeling swept through me. A desire for a break. I've been busting my ass since I moved to Carrollton and I've gone out (not that there's really any place to go out to...) twice in the three months I've lived here. twice. I've also been deiting and not drinking. And quitting smoking. And celibate. and working on stuff for the Marine Corps. and working out every day. and writing obscure philosophical papers that no one besides my professor will ever read. in short, I want a fucking weekend where I can get drunk and not worry about the goddamn ox that sleeps on my shoulders. I want a weekend where I can go out with my friends and laugh...You'd think I'd deserve it by now.
I keep trying to tell myself to hold out for only 5 more weeks. That's when the semester ends. 5 more weeks. Then I can pretend to do something fun. 5 more weeks and then I can try to be something near human again. But all this is is bitching. Time to do more work.
I keep trying to tell myself to hold out for only 5 more weeks. That's when the semester ends. 5 more weeks. Then I can pretend to do something fun. 5 more weeks and then I can try to be something near human again. But all this is is bitching. Time to do more work.
