Frat House
Living in the frat house is pretty tight. Parties are just down the stairs and passing out after a night of partying is just up the stairs. But there is no privacy at all. Sometimes I just want some space to deal with stuff. I don’t need people puking in my room, going through my room to get to the balcony, or trying to listen to my conversations. The only refuge I have is in my car. All this shit just adds to my already fucking stressed out life. Last week I was pretty fucking depressed about some shit and I put off some work to finish this weekend. But this weekend was busy as shit with frat stuff. A combination of work, frat related bullshit, emoness, and this other lady friend is confusing the fuck out of me. Lately I don’t know who the fuck I am anymore and what I’m trying to do. Just punched some walls and my hands are hurting like fuck. I’m confused and ready to quit.
Frat stuff can be time consuming and definitely cuts into my personal life… But smooth seas never made good sailors.
