I’ve spent the past week laid on my stomach awaiting for a day where I wasn’t in pain.
That time still hasn’t come but I am unable to stay off of college for more time.
I’m back. Back at college. Back in a creative mood. Back feeling as depressed as usual. Back in a really crappy way.
On the plus side, people might actually talk to me?
But can I really be that lucky?
I highly doubt it.
I want them to. I want to interact with them. I want to have friends.
But I’m no lucky, or normal enough to make friends.
I try, I fail.
The story of my life.
I missed my first exhibition.
Yup… I missed it. I didn’t get to put it up, or see the reaction people had to my work.
I got nothing from it.
I didn’t even get to see it.
I didn’t get pictures or evidence of it happening.
All that is left is seeing my name tag pinned up in an area that is now consumed by easels and drawing donkeys.
I don’t want to be back at college.
It scares me.