Supervillains
I hate tomorrow. The day when all the annoying couples make their publicity stunt. But I love tomorrow, need tomorrow, because it's something I can hate without fear. Still, I feel like God is fucking with me from above, except that he does so by depriving me of such. It's not like it was in the old days, when I'd go months with no sign of change or opportunity. I've basically managed to narrowly avoid any serious romance, sometimes purposefully but often accidentally. I'd like to write a romantic comedy based on it, because this is more sadly hilarious than any fiction I could have come up with on the subject.
Apart from cruel romantic jokes, it would seem that Swarthmore just doesn't love me. Whatever, college is boot camp for the soul. I just can't shake the feeling that something is seriously wrong. Like everything I'm doing is climbing the wrong mountain.
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