i'll never be picture perfect beyonce

This semester is eerily reminiscent of the first semester of my freshman year. Same kind of inconsistent friendships, same amount of academic credits, same feeling of disconnect from the rest of the world.

Sigh. This is the most boring, plebeian, tedious, mundane senior year ever. How fitting. You reap what you sow, I guess, and I'm most certainly not one for farming.

Can I just do this? For the rest of my life?