phony phony formula love me love me make me want to be here.

so i just finished re-reading the catcher in the rye.

i'd read it before, but i didn't remember any of it.

and now that i'm here at college, i'm inclined to call everyone

phonies.

what is this bullshit?

this

hi

handshake

my name is emma

where are you from

what's your first year studies course

are you enjoying the school

oh my gosh

make it stop.

i feel all revolted that i can't think of interesting things to say.

this is just the beginning

we have to get through this to get to the meat

the guts

the bearing our souls and

saying the word friend.

i want to find a grocery store

and buy spaghetti

and boil it up nice and perfect

and eat it slowly with my fingers.

the kitchen is my favorite part

of my dorm.

because, who's gonna bring decor

for a fucking kitchen.

so it's nice and bright and white

with an awkward patch of purple floral wall paper

nice and tacky and spare.

the table is wobbly, though.

oh shit,

i just realized that i'm locked out of my bedroom

and my roommate is asleep.

oh fuck.

i'm gonna have to knock loudly.

i feel like such a jerk.

oh i don't wanna knock.

adjustments still need to be made.