AlwaysQuestionLife
I can't trust anyone.
I don't know what I am going to do with my life.
I can't feel anything else.
What am I even doing here?
"Get up you lazy idiot! The entrance ceremony is about to start!" My roommate shouted from across our 14x16 dorm room.
"I'm not a lazy idiot, I'm just going through things," I muttered from my bed.
"Yeah, you and literally everyone else going here. Now get up so we can go." She remarked.
I almost replied 'Well, I'm not keeping you here', but I realized she's probably trying to be nice to me in the best way she knows how. I sighed and got up, putting on a t-shirt and jeans while despairingly wondering why I have to understand arrogant, rich people the best. Why can't I just make friends with a nice, normal girl? I think while brushing my teeth.
Is that what I really want?
I wish.
I walk to the door, past my roommate who is looking in the mirror and fixing her makeup. "Let's go," I said. She turned around, looking me over and rolling her eyes. "The entrance ceremony is semi-formal." I gave her an exasperated look for not telling me earlier, and changed my shirt to a blouse, putting on a jeweled necklace in the process. Walking out, she was already eyeing my outfit.
"Girl, you've got curves. All you'd need is to put on makeup, and you-"
"I don't care, let's go." I shoot her a warning glare to stop openly judging me based on how I look. She shrugged, but looked like she understood, and we both left.
I don't know if I will be friends with this girl, but at least we can communicate, I finally conclude. She started babbling on about how excited she was to meet our university's president because apparently he will demonstrate all his powers for us. I stopped listening after a minute or so.
This will be a long year.