So I've hit the 'nine-months-and-I'm-done-with-this-crazy-city' stretch. Another immigrant friend of mine who has been here for a couple of years told me the other day to not despair, as the city will grown on me. Seriously?
*raps fingers impatiently on the table*
I think what has amplified this feeling of general patheticness is that it's apparently coincided with a quarter life crisis of sorts. Yes yes, when it rains, it pours bla bla. But it doesn't make it any easier. Patheticness- is that even a word? Hell, I'm going through a crisis, who cares. Oh, also, as long as I'm complaining, can i also complain about the sweltering weather? I mean it's been the same temperature since May.
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Aaaaaawww, c'mere. *huuuuuuuuuuug*
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