my first year of college is more done than not.
i have 2 pictures from it...2.
did nothing fun happen?
of course not. how could it when i hide in my room all day only escaping for food and bathroom?
my room is littered with pictures from my recent past.
maybe i wanted to keep it that way.
lost all of my friends before. the pictures are what i have left.
no pictures, no fun times, no pain when i have to leave.
you hope that things just turn out.
not realizing that turn outs come from hard work
from putting yourself out there. from not hiding. from communicating.
i figured by the end of this year i would miss this dorm.
because of all the great times i would have in it.
i didnt give myself the opportunity to miss it.
ive tried to hate it from the beginning.