NOTHING HAPPENED. I got up, I went to work, I left work, came home, cooked, got on my laptop, went to bed, rinse, wash repeat. My friends seemed to have had their own issues so I barely saw any of them. I didn't go to many events because, to me, it's odd to go anything without friends tagging along.
My mood was normally grumpy, possibly because I didn't have anything to do or anyone to hang out with. When I did hang out with people, I'm pretty sure my grumpiness carried over to when I did hang out with friends which I'm sure made me a pleasure to hang around with.
Writing or reading would get started but never finished. I start writing an idea or reading something but then my mind would literally blank out and not come back to it. I dunno if this was in part of my job (times where my job can become soul eating helped in me zoning out.
To sum up what's looking to be a short blog, other my job, I felt like I spent my summer in a bubble, floating in a void with only my laptop and the occasional food. I'm not pointing the finger of blame at anyone other than myself. I know there could've been people to reach out to but, since the bubble became my comfort zone, I just didn't.
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| Here lies Super Duper Senior's summer. He never scored. |
