Anxiety

Ugh. So the closer it gets to the end of a semester, I notice I get more ancy to be back home. Having so little to do around here in SF makes me about ten times more anxious.

I want to drive my car. I want to hang with my WA friends. I want to sleep in my bedroom. I want some Dick's.

Also, the fact that people I've kind of grown apart from (Brittany, Stevie, Amber) have started talking to me about wanting to hang out . . . it's fucking KILLING me.

Lately, the real challenge has to been to find ways of fighting off boredom. I feel like I'm in the Big Brother house. I've been going on long walks around the city just to get some air and see the sky. Last night, I rubbed shoulders with all the creeps and pervs of the city for the better part of two hours, just out of the desire to not be at my apartment.

Anyways, this blog is really nothing but a rant.

Peace.

When you call for help when you are lost

Forevermore at whatever cost

And the world will begin,

Exactly how it ends.