the fuckit tadpole.

There’s a lot I should say. Things I’ve been thinking, that I need to get out.

Federally funded Purity Balls. What the hell?

I’m starting to sound like a overly permeably minded gob. Virginity is overvalued, gender is constructed, sexual attraction is fluid, depression is a state of mind, college is boring.

I feel like my brain is in limbo, waiting for the world to start. 

College is supposed to be the ‘best 4 years of your life’. I hope this hasn’t been one of mine or I’m doomed to a cardboard box in a park somwhere that I’ll call home. I tell this to my mother and she says, "I mostly drank my way through freshman year." An exaggeration. But true.

Perhaps, I need to shelf the brooding for a top notch blood alcohol level. Who waits until they’re 25. A fully formed brain is overrated.