I haven’t posted anything in almost two months because I had nothing to say and I still have nothing to say but I’m showing my face. I’m forcing myself to. I want to say ‘Life is weird’ or ‘Things are weird,’ but I dunno. Maybe things are the same as they’ve always been (weird).
I’m feeling a whole lot of nothing right now as I try to verbalise my life. Lots of things have happened in the last two months (mainly McDonald’s) but nothing feels very significant and I just want to be back in Limerick and getting that worthless degree and getting a life. (I’m wondering if the latter is even possible.)
I came home from Limerick with two suitcases full of shit and zero expectations for the summer. But then things were looking up and there was a cute boy and then things were looking down and I got attacked while I was selling strawberries by the side of the road (a shit job just got even shitter – yay!) and then I cried for a while and then I got back on my feet or something and now I’m still selling strawberries and I’m still broke and the boy’s only gone and emigrated and that’s uncool.
So now what? Just a couple more weeks of this unholy heat-wave and strawberries and potatoes and then I’ll go back to college.
(I feel like I’m doing everything wrong.)