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When he got back to his dorm he couldn’t walk in a straight line. He wanted to talk to someone, so he went inside Robbie’s room. Robbie was from old money. He always wore a dress shirt and carried around a fifty-dollar umbrella on rainy days. He sat down on Robbie’s bed.
“What’s up, Austin? Did you want to talk?” Robbie asked tentatively.
“Yeah, sure. I don’t know what to do, I feel like I’m wasting my time here studying English instead of studying something practical like biology or economics… my parents are paying 40,000 dollars a year for me to go to 10 AM classes almost comatose…I just want to write or something for a living… I don’t want to sit at a desk and do peoples’ taxes like my mom or build things like my dad…And I feel just kind of useless because I don’t really have close friends here—just sorta friends, and in-the-middle friends…I wake up every day trying to be productive but I see myself just watching videos over Youtube every night until 2AM… and sometimes I lie down and I’m tired but I can’t sleep… I feel like a vegetable, pinned to my mattress by my sheets…I can’t wait any longer for tomorrow to start… and I feel like I can’t connect to anyone close to me… I just end up judging them… and it’s hard for people to be excited about me… maybe I should just go home like my sister and everything will be alright… I won’t feel like I’m wasting anyone’s money… and I can get a job and maybe an apartment…”
