Prepare yourselves. I am about to write about my life like you give a shit about it.

College. One of the weirdest things about living here isn't being without my parents, or having to go to class, or any of that stupid shit I was told would be weird. The weirdest thing about living here is the fact that I'm happy all the time. I've just been so unhappy for so long for no reason. It's odd waking up and not dreading getting out of bed, and it's odd having the desire to laugh, and it's odd feeling that I want to do something other than stare at the wall for hours at a time. In a way, I kind of feel that I have no right to be so happy. But then when I was unhappy I felt I had no reason to be unhappy (which was true), so I am just going to try my best to ignore this feeling. What am I supposed to do to console it, anyway? Walk around in an constant state of blankness the rest of my life?

So I am happy. I am happy and it is great.

And one of the reasons I am so happy is that I've made some awesome friends. The only person I ever spent any time with for the past year or so was not... friendly. I was constantly censoring myself around her for fear that she would put me down, which she did often. She hated my art, she hated my music, she hated everything I liked, but I hung out with her anyway because I had no one else to hang out with and because I was hopelessly starved for companionship. If it wasn't for that one amazing person I talked to online every night, I guess I might have done something stupid.

I would like to pause here to acknowledge that, yes. I am lame and weak and not even remotely as badass as I make myself out to be. Now you know.

My friends and I watch movies together, we read aloud to each other, we eat together, we talk about all the awesome people we see around campus, and we have crazy adventures. We sing Disney songs together, for Christ's sake.

So I have friends. Can you believe it? I have friends and it is great.

Yes, the work is difficult. I don't have much time to draw what I want, but I've been feeling a little lost in that, anyway. I'm not a very good artist, but hopefully I will improve. I'm doing my goddamned best and paying a shitload of money to make that happen. If it doesn't happen some bitches are going to wake up dead.

I suppose that's it. I know it's not a particularly funny or exciting read, and I apologize. I just wrote what has been on my mind for a while. I'll post art soon, hopefully, because I have been wanting to draw.

Also, the fire marshal is going to take the table out of our hall because if there was a fire, we would all trip over it and break our necks in our panic to escape. Please send good wishes for our poor table in the hopes that these fire-obsessed monsters will realize that it poses no threat. It is merely trying to live out it's wooden life in peace.