My So-Called Life VI
Several hours remain before I’m off to move my belongings to my temporary home at Waterloo. Somehow it feels exciting, but at the same time, I feel apathetic about the process of moving into this new place. The excitement and thrill had expired the last time I’ve been through this.
I feel the need to recall what happened during the past few months since I’ve been at home. There are a lot of things I don’t miss, but there are still a few things that need mentioning, as these experiences are probably the most important and strange convolutions of my life.
This is the vaccine for this crude, infested globe. It’s still not enough to cover the toxicity of such a fake world, but I don’t care about the vaccination. I care about what it did.