So I went to the bookstore today after class to keep myself in the pretty good mood I was in (a good critique in draping, they cancelled work but I still get paid, and I think I decided what I want to specialize in during my third and fourth years here at school) and I got two books by F Scott Fitzgerald. But like now I’m trying to enjoy myself by reading The Diamond as Big as the Ritz and I can hardly focus on what I’m reading because my thoughts are somewhere else. I have better things to think about, but somehow I keep coming back to how confused and slightly offended I am. I know, it’s not worth my time…but i can’t help but think about it, even though I don’t want to.
Ugh I just want to read my books and be happy but I’m so damn distracted :(
SOMEONE THOUGHT ABOUT YOU A LOT TODAY PROBABLY