Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.


151. Thursday, November 19th.

It has been a long week. I think I might have even taken the bright spots and turned them into more unhappiness by overthinking them. I'm so ready for break. 

"Things were spinnin' 'round me

and all my thoughts were cloudy, 

and I had begun to doubt all the things that were me. 

I've been in so many places, 

you know I've run so many races; 

I've looked into the empty faces of the people of the night 

and something just ain't right. 

Don't you know that I gotta get out of here?

I'm so alone. 

Can't you see that I gotta get out of here, 

'cause New York's not my home."
-Jim Croce 


There's another spicy asian pea wrapper on her desk. I don't know if that was there yesterday or if she had the audacity to ignore my notes. I've moved those peas to my underwear drawer with a note that says, "Congratulations, you've now stooped so low as to go into my underwear drawer to steal my food. This is a new level a sad." 

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