last week of break is over.
i have started a new correspondence.
i have no expectations.
i hope my new roommate will be acceptable to live with.
i hope i don't feel lonely anymore.
i hope i don't flake out and actually start up a band.
i feel washed up...but instead of a red hat i wear a green one.
at least i don't have any cavities.
my beard should adequately hide my despair.
i may be one of those people whom are never happy.
no one likes those people.
fuck.
fuck me.
i took it for granted.
fuck me.
fuck.

fuck.