Woke up to the sound of my roommate showering. I meant to get up earlier. But I set my alarm for 5:28 p.m., not 5:28 a.m. as if I was fooling anyone.
Simon peed on the floor and ruined my cell phone charger. It’s dark and wet, gross outside. I bus to class.
There’s an ad at the student bookstore that says something about college being “the best years of your life." It seems not only like a lie, but depressing. How would you know when they were, and where would you point the gun when they ended?