gunslinger

So, I still haven’t found a place to live for the fall. I had signed up to take Spanish in the summer, but the day before classes started I got a phone call saying the class was cancelled.
It was the only Spanish class being offered.
I had planned my whole summer around finishing my last leg of the stupid language requirement, and now I’m going to have to squeeze it into my fall schedule. I don’t even know if I can graduate this year. I really wanted to graduate before the economy gets worse.

I went to the store and everyone in the store was paired up in couples. The people behind me were talking about how great marriage was to their friends who just got married. I had to listen to their wonderful life story until it was my turn to pay. Everyone was hand in hand—it was really sickening.
I stopped at the library to pick up some of their free magazines, and one was a Time Magazine. I thought it would help me get my mind of my lack of love. I get home, and I turn off the TV (all love stories, no doubt). I turn to my magazine.
The whole magazine was dedicated to love and stories of love.
This is just cruel.