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...So That When It's Done, Only Our Enemies Leave Roses.Well, I really just wanted to clear that old journal entry out of the way. Voting has closed so there was no use in having it up anymore. -And, I dunno if I have won or lost yet.
Anywhoo, I'm trying to get into the Art Institute of Atlanta. Seems to be going well so far. I really hate Atlanta though, and will be making a two hour commute everyday to get there. Kindda sucks. I'm very much dreding the next four years of my life. I used to be excited about going to college. I thought Id have fun, with lots of friends and cool new places to go
But now all I see ahead of me is four very long, empty years. I will spend all my time alone, in a city I dont know, but hate. I will quietly attend class, and avoid getting involved with other people, like I did in high school, but this time I will be even more cautious. I dont want the shit I went though in high school to happen in college, all because I have some stupid desire to get to know people. People are horrible things, no matter where you go. They will be horrible things in college aswell, and I just dont want to deal with it.
Later, I might be moving into Atlanta, to make commute easier. Not too sure yet. Depends on how much I hate Atlanta. It might not be worth living there, just to make commute shorter.
I wish I could stop feeling this way. I really want to be happy and excited about all this, but in the last few weeks, Ive just felt an overwhelming sence of dred for all of it. I just kind of want to close my eyes and get though college as fast as possible. I had been sure I wanted to take things slow, and go for four years. I thought Id have time for a social life and just try to enoy my time at Ai, but now Im sure I wont need all that extra time. I can see there isnt going to be a social life, and Im not going to enjoy my time there. I may as well just pile on as much work as I possibly can at one time and get it all over with, right? Ive got nothing better to do with my life.
Well, Im really going to try to make an honest effort to find the good in all this. Maybe Ill get to Ai and love, hell, I dunno
using the library. Maybe Atlanta will have the best Starbucks in the whole wide world and I can stop there every day. Maybe Ill find some people who love philosophy, and The Venture Brothers, and comic books as much as I do
. I doubt it, but maybe something good can happen, just for once.
" Edward Morgan Blake. Born 1924, forty-five years a Comedian, died 1985, buried in the rain. Is that what happens to us? A life of conflict with no time for friends so that when it's done, only our enemies leave roses." -Rorschach's Journal, 1985
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