i don’t feel senior spring in the fun way. maybe in 30 minute intervals but it’s always interrupted by something.

i hate saying words and other people being confused. that’s one of my least favorite things. i wonder what it’s like for that to be rare and for being understood to be common.

maybe he was right and i am a sad person. and maybe it’s easier to be sad and alone than sad and surrounded.

i just think i was right about him too. but who cares, i have to live with the fact that i might never get proven right.

i think i will spend my birthday alone and i think that will make me happy.

in the same way that i think i’m writing these blog posts more for myself than anyone else.