1:20 p.m. - 07/04/03
what's new, buenos aires.
augh. is it bad when I haven't even begun college and it's already sucking away my sanity? I've been working on my portfolio again, and I have to say, it seems that I've never written anything in my entire life. apparently, I've spent *far too much* time the in the past two years journaling because I have nothing worthwhile to send these people. on top of which the admissions essay I wrote for them is so boring even I can't read it, and unfortunately, it describes me very well. apparently, I'm not interesting. I'm just like all those other alternatively conforming people who write poetry and listen to Tori Amos, who lounge around depressed-ly and flick off George Bush on the television.
I mean *damnit* - all I ever write about is depression and overcoming depression, anxiety and overcoming anxiety, eating disorders and overcoming eating disorders. What's worse, this is all I know. This is all I *have* to write about. I can't tell them about how much it changed my life to dig up fossils in Africa because hello, I've never been out of the Midwest. no wonder Kat thought I came across more truly in who I *wanted* to be; who I am is hardly intriguing.
I think I'm just going to spend next year in Argentina and screw this whole secondary education deal.
chord-on-the-run
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