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| so... i'm up in alaska this summer, and well, i was originally thinking that i would be here just for the summer and then i'd go back to art school... but i've entered this state of dilemma... | |
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| see, i don't actually like anyone but like, three people in seattle... i hate my school... essentially i find the prospect of returning there in another few weeks to be one of the most... | |
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| soul crushing ideas i can think of right now... which is pretty fucking depressing considering the fact that choosing to go to art school is supposed to be an act of freedom, or something like that... | |
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| for what it's worth, this is about how i feel when i'm in seattle... in case you're curious, i'm not playing the part of the trash can... | |
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| alaska however, sounds to be a most exciting option... all i have to give up is my girlfriend of the last year and a half, my parents paying for my last year of school, and, well... | |
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| i guess the consolation idea that i won't have to go back to school ever again if i go this year... as the age old saying goes... what is a man to do? or in layman's terms, what the fuck? | |
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