They say dark moments only happen in dark times in life. Rarely. It is hard to be darkly optimistic, the two just don't happen frequently at the same time. Am I the only one who experiences dark moments even when things are going reasonably well? I'm sure I am not. I'm sure everyone has their fucked-up moments. I am having one of those right now. I am sitting at home alone, drinking gin and juice and feeling sorry for myself. It's Friday night, the week that classes are over, and everyone is partying. I am sitting at home doing laundry and writing a blog. This is a dark moment- I am thinking, and I am not being normal. I enjoy partying. I am not often anti-social. And reader, I apologize if my entry goes downhill. I am getting more tipsy by the second.
I am listening to Tegan & Sara. Getting emo. Thinking too much. Thinking about everything I've lost, everything I've ever wanted. Everything I have.
And I just broke a glass. I should stop writing. I think my roommate, who had just been at a kegger, was less drunk than me.
Who'd have thunk?
I hate the word thunk.
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