I'll tell you right now, I won't be at all surprised if nobody reads this.
I'm just another college girl starting her first non-tumblr blog on the internet. What's unique about me? Nothing. I'm a whovian and a brony. I have a boyfriend who sticks around for some reason, and a dorm roommate who spends too much time with her new boyfriend. My closest friends all have more issues than me, and the rest of them don't like me. Besides, they all live in other provinces, or are closer friends with my boyfriend than me. I'm flunking out of school, which means I'm a failure in my parents eyes, too. Case in point, I'm supposed to be studying for a midterm on Tuesday for class I haven't been to in two weeks, and instead, I'm starting a blog.
The worst part about all this is that I can't complain about any of it, because I have a family that loves me, a few close friends, brains to make it into college, parents who are willing to pay for it, and the genetics to look good if I tried. Because I don't have it worst, I'm not allowed to talk about it. I'm the poster child for first-world problems.
Fucking hell.
