“So therefore, I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger- because I cannot dedicate myself to any human being.”—Jack Kerouac (via suzywire)
I’m out at indian summer, drinking guiness in an empty room where people normally dance. I tought people would be out and I could just jump in their party, but no one is here. I’ll probably wander down the street and find a few bars until one of the three people I texted earlier responds with a no. I don’t go out and party as much as I used to so its difficult to finnd people that want to hang out.
I wanted to hang out with suzi, but she has curfew until november and christopher is DD tonight. One friend did text me back, but he went hiking today so, I understand.
I feel like I kind of became a loser again, but I’ve been so wrapped up with school, you just party less.
I should find someone to party with before I get raped though, that’s always a safe plan.
Now, that I’ve got a beer down, it’s time to find some coffee…or maybe another beer.