when my best friend starts talking about how crew should be a varsity sport but not rugby.
My experience eating at Val is like my experience in life. I know it’s shit to begin with but I go in pretty optimistic. I look around, get a little of everything, maybe actually excited about a thing or two. But when I’m done I feel like shit, like I shouldn’t have even showed up in the first place. Then I proceed to do it all again.
-I obviously enjoy routine and misery so much more than I thought I did.
all I want
what I thought it was going to be
what it actually is