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[01 Aug 2008|03:30pm] |
I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. I hate feeling regretful or embarrassed after I do something, say something or decide anything. It's like this anxious feeling I have. My boss called me asking if I wanted to work tonight, since it was 3:30PM I decided No and immediatly felt some sort of frustration, because I need the money terribly for college. I don't really want to go to college. I love cable television too much, I love having my own room and bed and sleeping naked and knowing nobody cares. But at the same time I remain locked in my house kept away from the outside word, not making much contact with people my age for I hardly have any friends in this area. I don't talk to too many people either, I just don't feel a need too.
I mean, I'm an eighteen year-old complete virgin entering the adult college world, which is full of booze, sex and everything else I am not very familiar with. How I will survive I do not know. This planet sucks, for the fact I have to worry about this, than be worried about my whole roommate assignment, which is three girls plus me being four, to an apartment for a year.
Thanks modern society, for making me feel out of place whenever people begin to openly discuss sex stories around me, expecting me to understand and perhaps share because society thinks that 95% of the world population has copulated or is copulating.
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