how i feel with almost every wall. there are moments of extremism where it seems almost an impulsive hatred, yet i fear this happens far too often to be considered just that. moreso, it’s a feeling that can only really be accurately described with the pretense of having absolutely nowhere to go. there is nothing to escape to (be it a place or person) on weekends, and i’m not sure if i can take this really firm welding of new college into my life as a whole. not only that, but it’s difficult to have fun at parties when basically everyone is drinking, especially if your mom just recently died of alcoholism. the party morphs into this awful reminder, and it’s overwhelming, really. there needs to be some separation so as not to be constantly surrounded by classes and school and all of these folks. but i really do dig the culture, however it’s healthier to not be so intertwined and tied down to one place/group of people. maybe i just can’t sit still.

(Source: comicallyvintage)