my favorite day of the week
is tuesday. Which is tomorrow. And tomorrow means going home. I can’t decide if I like it worse or better here the longer I stay. The people here are so, judgmental? And not as chilled out as I’d like them to be, I mean yea, I’m here for school too, but really, why can’t we just go out and do something? Oh yea there’s nothing to do here. Adding to that sometimes my less desirable habits are not accepted. Do I do things I shouldn’t? In their eyes, yes. In my eyes, no. But hey, JUDGE ME. I’m not worried about it.
