My ailment
I am sick...
of looking like a marshmallow;
of reading Franz Kafka for my Lit class;
of studying ridiculous amounts of material for my class exams, especially when half of the required material is absolutely unrelated to the class subject;
of feeling like I'm in permanent limbo. I want something solid beneath my feet, something that I know won't dissipate into mist at any unknown moment.
I am sick of having neither stability nor freedom. Freedom-n-the quality of being independent of fate or necessity. Necessary obligation: all the hoops I have to jump through in order to get my degrees... in order to let my creativity flow AND to benefit not only psychologically (which I already do) but monetarily (for we are, ladies and gents, living in a world where monetary matters rule us).
Sick of it.
of looking like a marshmallow;
of reading Franz Kafka for my Lit class;
of studying ridiculous amounts of material for my class exams, especially when half of the required material is absolutely unrelated to the class subject;
of feeling like I'm in permanent limbo. I want something solid beneath my feet, something that I know won't dissipate into mist at any unknown moment.
I am sick of having neither stability nor freedom. Freedom-n-the quality of being independent of fate or necessity. Necessary obligation: all the hoops I have to jump through in order to get my degrees... in order to let my creativity flow AND to benefit not only psychologically (which I already do) but monetarily (for we are, ladies and gents, living in a world where monetary matters rule us).
Sick of it.