College...it's supposed to be filled with exciting new friendships, career opportunities, and just a time to hang with cooler, more intellectual humans crowded in bars or pool tables as we chat about our awesome, independent new lives!
Yeah...real fucking great.

Well, this is someone who barely survived high school and its pointless drama, who skipped the prom, nearly beat a girl to death in the cafeteria, avoided sports like the plague, rarely spoke, and struggled with depression since birth.
That's me: No Name, Weirdo, Reject, Freak, Mute, Ghost, Loser.
I'm the girl in the corner, guitar slung over one broad shoulder, as I sing everyone a sad song about broken dreams and lonely summer nights...
No, that's totally lame and I'd never put you guys through that. >_>
My friends of SW--Prodigious Mirth, Bird-Mad Girl, MsAlee, Much-Dipstick, Friesian, Lady Pixie, Mike Driscoll jnr--you guys are all I've got, so please don't disappear.
XOXOAnyways, on a less sappy note, college ain't what it's cracked up to be. I was expecting parties and cute boyfriends and long, jam-packed nights of study, but I'm bored as ever. X_X
Without my stories or fictional characters to save me, then I'd totally be underground by now. I would be packed like a sardine into some cheap casket covered in red roses with my mother blubbering and wiping her nose while my dad would be all stiff-lipped as he tried not to cry. And my brother...well...he'd just crawl into himself because that's what he does.1
Things will get better, I know they will...but it's all a matter of *when*.
I'm sick of playing the waiting game all my life.
It's not like things can get any worse from here. 2
~ love, Serpentine




