Ever notice how the best and the worst times in life seem to happen one after the other? Enjoy and suffer, suffer and enjoy. I make this sound dramatic, but, in truth, I don't give a fuck. As long as my commas are right and I eat my cheerios in even numbers, life is fine. I'm fine.
My week in D.C. was probably one of the best weeks of my life. That's a world I want to be a part of. Being over there and being so ecstatically happy, I realized how much life in this stifling town just sucks. I wasn't made for a small town, I wasn't made for the suburbs, and I want out. I miss the people I knew for less than a week. Hell, I miss the people I've