Stressed out. The computer labs have an especially quiet resonance to them tonight. Evacuated of warm bodies that might share in my anxiety. This ever expanding pad of empty pages is a reflection of how far behind this semester has fallen. That living nightmare of neglect. This relic of technology is my escape. Not to redemption but to artificial comfort. A fake notion of accomplishment that osmosis might affect these ailing neurons. Yet nothing but a blank stare is accommodated when the earbuds are plugged in. Hours of potential wasted as thoughts run thru the mind of a 22 year old with no ideas about how the real world yet works. As they say, ignorance is bliss.
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Jun 25, 2015
Snow Patrol + Thero [#tbt]
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