Free Write

Anytime I am going to just write and use this as, dare I say it, a journal entry I will label it free write.

I'm done. I'm done pretending. I'd love to be able to walk into my common room and say that "Mirkwood is the place to be." But fuck it. I'd be lying.
My schedule really fucked me over. I love my schedule. Love the late classes. However having late classes opposed to most of my hallmates having early classes has led to no bonding time. We're already seven or eight weeks into school. People have already made their "clicks". I don't belong here. I can't go to any other hall. Assimilation is impossible. My plan? Let's join Irvine Queers, let's join that free dance class and exercise like crazy. I need to keep involved.
Half of the people here I feel are either obnoxious or what's the word, oh yes bitches. I never thought I'd actually meet a true bitch.
The other day we had a bonfire. I never felt so fake in my life. I had to pretend I liked everyone's company. It was so hard. Luckily I had a chance to walk on the shore. Got to feel that water hit my pale feet. Almost made the entire thing worth it. But those five minutes quickly passed.
I really can't stand it her. I have to keep telling myself, "I can do this. A couple more months and then I can transfer." That's what keeps me going. I look forward to the weekends because that's when people disappear for awhile. It's terrible. Loving the silence.
I had to write this. Lately I've been feeling as if my patience is close to its breaking point. I fear I will go off on people or end up hurting myself by overdoing something.

What a whiny bitch I am. I apologize for my...complaints.

P.S Happy Day Day :)