I've learned so little from my English major, and after two more semesters I'm out of here. I wish I could quit school and be a rock star. I know I'm not ever going to be happy being a mediocre writer, but for some reason I think I could be completely satisfied with being a mediocre musician. Well, maybe or maybe not. I'm so sick of myself and my voice.
I'm definitely sick of writing about impotency in Lost in the Funhouse and being unable to put it. just. right. I'm lost in the funhouse too, apparently.
Why wasn't I born a puppy instead of a pointless, ugly human being?