eighteen. i'm eighteen and i can't seem to have crossed any sort of important points on a seemingly global checklist the other eighteen year olds knows about. maybe i didn't get the memo, or my checklist letter got lost in the shitty post service of my old town, but i don't know just yet if this is a good or a bad thing.
my inexperience as a successful adult aside, i also seem to have a knack to bring nothing but disasters into my life, paining me and everyone else around me at all times. not only physically, but emotionally as well. but a summary wouldn't be a summary if i told you my whole fucking life story, would it...?
i go to college. arts and design college - big whoop. i honestly have no clue what i'm doing here anymore. i started the year wanting to be a cinematographer but now i see myself more with a knack for... nothing. i have a knack for nothing, and my grades are lower than the temperature in mars.
i have always loved more theoretic subjects in school while growing up. maths, languages, science, i thrive on feeling like i am smarter than everyone else because my general knowledge is so all over the place that i understand a bit of most things - all narcissism aside. self confidence is key when you're in uni, apparently.
and so is procrastination, in my case.
i'll finish later.
- eddi sea.
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a thesis in the art of passing by.
Non-Fictionalternatively, why college aren't the best years of your life. lowercase intended. eddi sea copyright 2018, all rights reserved.
