There are about 6k people on campus.

Of which, none listen to the same type of music as I do. Daft Punk no longer counts, thanks to K.West.

This post is pretty much lagging any vibrance or point but I just needed to extract this thought out of my head. What does that say about me? One in six thousand who has 1/4 of her heart reserved for filter house. Okay, so maybe I'm being ridiculous and I'm sure there's someone here who likes Alan Braxe or Deadmau5, fuck, even Justice. But where are they? Why haven't we met yet? I believe in fate like I believe in the fact that I am currently alive. If they haven't met me now then when? I need to go to sleep, my mind is going too fast, I smell like some dude's cologne, I'm listening to some nostalgic beats, I had a rough night last night/morning, I have classes in a few hours, and I need to figure out what the fuck is going on with me and this dude.

Normally, I wouldn't post anything personal on a blog like this... but I honestly feel like I have no close friends with whom I can fully relate with here. True, I have a tight-knit circle of friends, we always hang out and whatnot and last night, the truth prevailed when two of our buddies got so wasted that they got sick outside and we stayed out there watching over them from 11pm 'til 2am, cops, vomitting, and all. But that's not the point. It seems like we're all desperate to create trusting, life-long relationships FAST. A week of knowing each other and we're looking over our drunk buddies as if we've known them for years. Or is that just a rule of humanity? Would those boys do the same for me if I was sickly intoxicated? I don't know, these past few days have been rough, I feel like I'm losing my personality. I go home, I lose it. I come back, it's gone. I was doing so well, communicating, making efforts, doing better, and it all just like disappeared. I'm exhausted from meeting people, being miss confidence-notice-me-first, and like, giving my number out like it's Halloween candy. My 2 button is a hole from intense texting. Literally.

I need to snap back. Quickly. Rapidment. I'm being lazy and I need someone to kick me in the ass and wake me the fuck up. This is the school I've been crying over for years and I'm taking it for granted like I took many other valuable things for granted this past year. Fuck me, seriously.

I need to sleep and I need to wake up a new soul tomorrow, stat.