like talking to a rock

I can't pinpoint when it started exactly, but I'm really hating it here. Of course yeah a lot of great things happened with my move (and I won't go into detail to spare you guys the mushiness), but taking that out the equation, LIFE HERE JUST PLAIN SUCKS.

I guess I'm getting old prematurely and hence becoming more intolerant, or maybe I'm just realizing how intolerant I really am because I can't escape really infuriating situations in such a confined space.

I miss my friends back home. Yes, I miss them in all their bitchy, judgy, superfluous, superficial, babaw glory.

*Sigh*