Bookmarks.

"We're not on the same page, but we see each others' bookmark."

I'm so frustrated.
The more I try to talk about it, the less I make sense. Why am I so bad at coordinating things?

I’m going home again this weekend, voluntarily. I want to go home because lately it’s been just as—let’s not say fun. Let’s say relaxing. It’s been just as relaxing going home as staying up here. Here, I root around for stuff to do and people to do it with. Lately the results haven’t been worth the efforts, and that’s more depressing than lying around in my dorm all weekend. Trust me; I’ve done studies.

There's a thick-ass fog layered over everything I think right now. Not a good time, extreme nihilistic apathy.