So Long

Maybe it's a phase Joandry says, but he's wrong. It's not a phase. It's not a feeling just for the moment. I hate it here. I hate the people, I hate the surrondings, I hate everything about this place. For the past 3 months I've lied to myself, trying to come to an agreement, but I can no longer. I can't sit here and pretend like I'm happy because I'm the furthest away from that feeling.

I can't withstand the hypocritical people, with their high paid positions who are full of crap. I can't stand the feeling of feeling completely and utterly like nothing. I can't stand a counselor who sits on her ass and does absolutely nothing for me or for her students. So, I have to go, I have to.

I'm finally happy to announce that the Spring symester will be my last at SUNY Albany. I can't wait to say good riddens to a hell-hole that they call an instituiton of higher learning. I don't know where I'm transfering to, but I know anything will be better than here. It's sad that its come to this already.