loserville, usa

I wake up in the mornings and tell myself, today you are going to be a better person than yesterday. January is getting to me, guys. I never want to leave my apartment. It’s too cold to go out from under my bed covers, but laying in bed all day makes me feel worse about myself. I keep disengaging from friends to sulk in my head and I’m distancing myself from the people I really love. Really this should be a post about how I’m letting down my boss lately, and my thesis adviser. I can’t take real responsibility for my life, I’m twenty-three years old but I don’t feel any different from seventeen. The adult world is scary! Can’t we just hang out in my room and drink beer on the floor and pretend nothing is wrong ever?

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