Lift your head again and try this

I have little else to express than my disappointment with 90% of the population of the world. Or at least 90% of the teeny fraction of them I've met.
Most of my closest friends, those who I really have a lot of respect for and from whom I feel I can learn from, are readers of this blog. I'm over, hear me, OVER trying to turn empty people into the type of person I want to really know.

I want to grab the handful of amazing people I know and tie them up in my marble bag and carry them everywhere I go. As the years pass, and they pass sneakily, I find they go on to live their own lives - the contact is minimal, but the quality of it makes me miss them. Who said you could move away? Your job is to entertain me, fuckers!

I know you need to live your life. I just mourn the loss of in person contact with you. I spend every day with sub-standard replacements for your value and roll my inner eyes at their shallowness. Call me elitist, but I actually cannot go through my life not knowing the things my good friends have taught me.

I guess the frustration of this year is that I want to get out of here, in first year it was all new and now it's all old and grubby. First years who are excited by this lifestyle irritate me because I've outgrown that. I want time to fly. I have so much work to squeeze into that time though...

Don't you just want to do it all for me and wake me up in 3 months time?

Maybe my problem lies in how jealous I am of those who feel free to accept the limitations of others. Such infinite patience is beyond me. I don't WANT to make lemonade. I want to throw these lemons against a wall and watch them explode.