Sometimes, well all the time. I feel grey. I'm black yet I can't really say I feel it. I have so little positive interaction with other black people I don't feel culturally related to them. I've come to say that I feel cultureless. I feel my life has no color, no specialty, no real connection to anything. Just a grey parasite going around looking to absorb things to manifest an identity. In my solitude my identity is being crushed. Everything about my lifestyle is non distinct. I sit at a computer, I watch tv and on some days go to class and sit in the back of the class room staring at the front. I come home eat bland boring meals, chicken, cheeseburgers, maybe steak or ribs on a good night. I think I could count on one hand the variety of meals I have month to month. Nothing ever changes. Since I don't have friends I don't go out.
Bah, it's the same old unsolvable problem. The same old bitching. The only social solutions I see involve going to a bar(I don't wanna drink) or waiting to meet some interesting people at school.
tl:dr emo BAAAAWWWWWW /wrist down the road and not across the street.
I should really start posting about writing like I said I would instead of bitching about my lack of life. Perhaps I'll post excerpts or something. I have a hard time posting excerpts because I'm never usually proud of particular passages by themselves. But I'll try and find something.
Bah, it's the same old unsolvable problem. The same old bitching. The only social solutions I see involve going to a bar(I don't wanna drink) or waiting to meet some interesting people at school.
tl:dr emo BAAAAWWWWWW /wrist down the road and not across the street.
I should really start posting about writing like I said I would instead of bitching about my lack of life. Perhaps I'll post excerpts or something. I have a hard time posting excerpts because I'm never usually proud of particular passages by themselves. But I'll try and find something.
