I am dreading going back to my dorm room. I hate everything about dorm rooms. I thought living 10 feet away from someone wouldn’t be so hard.

My roommate says I sleep too much.

It’s because I do all-nighters to finish artwork and need to catch up on sleep so I take naps the next day. But that’s just how I operate. I can’t work on some big piece of art for an hour each day. With the small space and large pieces of paper, it’s difficult to get all my supplies out and put all of them up all the time, so I just finish the piece all at once, or almost all at once.

I got put with the one person on the floor that has 15 thousand things to do at once and is always busy with her sorority and crazy boyfriend and socializing and being high and shit. That’s not her fault, its how she is. But I chose to be on the art community floor for a reason: so that I would hopefully be put with someone like myself, someone who is a nerdy artist and weird and isn’t in a sorority. That’s a lot to ask for, but everyone else on the floor fits that description much better than my roomie does. I don’t connect with her, and it seems pointless to try and be good friends with her because it’s pretty clear that after this year I basically won’t see her ever again.

Thanks for listening, Tumblr.