I relate to this so much that my heart feels like it's breaking. I read some of the stuff I wrote back in college--countless LiveJournal (oh yes) and diary entries and Word documents wondering what I'd done wrong--and I still don't have an answer. Why couldn't I make friends when everyone else could? What did I do wrong? If I could go back, how would I fix it? Could I fix it? I thought of transferring and suicide so often during my first 2.5 years of college, sickly dwelling on how royally I'd fucked up my perfect college experience at my dream university. I still don't think I have much to offer compared to most people, really. It was awful.
On Das Racist And Other Friends I Never Made In College
I relate to this so much that my heart feels like it's breaking. I read some of the stuff I wrote back in college--countless LiveJournal (oh yes) and diary entries and Word documents wondering what I'd done wrong--and I still don't have an answer. Why couldn't I make friends when everyone else could? What did I do wrong? If I could go back, how would I fix it? Could I fix it? I thought of transferring and suicide so often during my first 2.5 years of college, sickly dwelling on how royally I'd fucked up my perfect college experience at my dream university. I still don't think I have much to offer compared to most people, really. It was awful.