mirrors...

So I'm here. And tomorrow is another trudging back to campus to begin a year of pointless mugging. Except I won't. I only do assignments and shit and sometimes attend lectures.

My room has mirrors. All across the wall containing the built-in robes. It freaks me out, mostly because it's not a single mirror, it's many many mirror tiles kinda like the ones on Darien's stair landing. Freaky. I'll patch the thing up later with black sugar paper. So one wall is gonna be totally goth.

I find I miss inanimate objects more than I miss people. Yesterday, I found a brand new white turtleneck in my stuff I left behind. I almost cried for the neglect I inflicted on it. Yes, my dear. One day when I'm not so hideously fat, I will wear you. And wear you I will. One day, when I'm not so fugly that I'll further break the mirrors on the wall that already freak me out, I'll wear all of you poor ignored clothes. And you will be glad that after such a long wait, you will finally grace the form of something less resembling an overripe fruit.

I'm feeling terribly alone. Is that what 4-month-long holidays do to you? Maybe they do. Or perhaps it's the idea I'll never see a lot of things again. If that's so, I don't know how well I'll take death.