Sometimes I feel like the world is passing me by. It is kind of a lonely thought. Sometimes I don't like school. The classes that I had been excited about are difficult and not worth it. The people are either lazy or cruel. Sometimes I am unsure as to what I am accomplishing here. It is disheartening.
Sometimes I listen to a band called Sigur Ros and they make it better. Today is icy and gray here. It is hollow.
Things will get better.
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