Mental Constipation

What else is one to do at college except drink beer or slash your wrists?

First post in four months. I’m wondering if I’ll ever feel that I’ve outgrown this little public confessionary. Looking through this little log, which I sometimes do if I feel somehow lost, I realized just how painfully personal it actually is. It’s like an archive of thoughts I wouldn’t otherwise have formulated. I also realized that I’ve had this thing for over three years now. Don’t panic. (which is what I want to write because it sounds suitable dramatic and existentialist, but really doesn’t fit. Maybe rather something about how the blog has served its purpose so far. At least it’s nice to be able to see what I was thinking three years ago.)

Leave a Comment so far
Leave a comment