obviously im back. nothing special about it. sadly nothing new. i wish there was. there are imes when i start to envy other people for the happiness in their lives. how sad and low can a person go? this has to be pretty close to the lowest.
but let's try a new tack. imagine this is the composition class. write about where you are. the campus can look pretty. on days. like today. cloudy. cold. windy. and pretty. tree-lined avenues, snug little coffee shops. see i can say nice things about the place. a bit lonely but usually a good book can cure that.
actually why dont i say nice things about this place? because im afraid i'll grow to like t and then not want to leave? i doubt. but maybe there is an element of truth in that statement as well. maybe i am shutting myself off from enjoying. maybe i cannot or for some freak reason do not enjoy it here. oh i like the way i put that! "some freak reason" indeed! how hypocritical can u be?!
i should do something about my office. looks rather...how should i put it....empty. white walls dont make for stimulating viewing u know. or maybe they do for minds more creatively charged than mine. i need to put something up. i will try and decorate. deadeningly white.
shoulders straightened (i do slouch an awful lot), chin up. onward to battle. or the next cup of coffee. and a smoke. hmm....this is getting rather inviting.
ps. "awful lot", "rather inviting". no wonder i dont fit in. bloody brit.