Undergrad business student raised by punk rock in the Chicago suburbs. Netflix categorizes me as: "visually-striking quirky dramas", "independent comedies featuring a strong female lead", and "suspenseful BBC TV shows".
My Last Semester
The Wonder Years
I’m not sad anymore, I’m just tired of this place.
The homophobic bullshit that’s somehow okay
Just because you didn’t mean it that way.
I can’t take anymore of all the scum in this place.
Shitty dudes with tribal tattoos all around,
Lining up cheap beer and roofies for a party at their place.
Trying to convince freshmen they’re somebody
By spending all of their parents’ money on kegstands
And Matt says I don’t fit in.
So they’re calling it blasphemy,
A fucking catastrophe
For saying it’s a stupid choice to make.
But this place just brings misery.
I hate what it does to me.
I fight, but I can’t escape the way that I don’t fit in with any of this.
And I don’t think we’re the same.
I’m not sad anymore, I’m just waiting.
It’s two more months ‘til I’m done with this.
And I don’t make sense to anyone but my best friends.
And I don’t fit in anywhere but the back of the van.
it’s college awareness month. why would there be a college awareness month. i’m already very aware. i’m too aware. get me out of here im afraid.