i like it i'm sorry i like my room. my keyboard fits next to my desk and i have lots of pillows for reading in bed. i can keep beer in my fridge and when i stepped on my hole punch and it exploded i didn’t have to clean it up.

















my bed’s by a window with a big tree outside. one morning i woke up and there was a hawk sitting there. he stayed for almost an hour.


















i like to pick up sushi after class, smoke a cigarette, check my mail, and eat my sushi wherever i please before heading to my next class.


















i like studying in the basement of the science library. all the bio, chem, and physics majors leave me alone because they’re all “who are you? don’t you fucking act, or something?”


















i like the weird wooden carrels in the main library by the prison-like windows. it’s so serious when you sit in one of those. i can hide behind dusty racks of 1970’s russian metaphysics journals or whatever.


















i like the little tables by the window in the dining hall. company is nice, but eating alone is nice too.




















i like getting invited to parties and showing up on my own because i know all my friends will be there and i don’t have to worry about finding someone to show up with.
















i like the walk home from my friends’ apartment. two blocks is the perfect length for a stroll. almost every time i smile all the way home
















sometimes if i’m really fucked up i talk to myself and it makes me giggle















i really like my life, so i get a little scared about how it’s going to be. sorry i’ve been mean.  ¶ 1:19 PM