郁闷
i don't know what's wrong with me.
i don't think i've ever been in such a continual funk.
and sometimes i feel like throwing in the towel and giving up.
but dammit, being a responsible adult means suffering. it means enduring for the sake of money. no matter what choices i make, i'll still have bills to pay, and i'll still have shit to do that i don't want to do. and maybe not even good enough to do the things i want to do.
these feelings are illusions. of course i'm talented, and of course i've come very far, and i believe there is an end in sight, and yet...why do i feel like that future is not in china.
i don't think it's a passing fancy either.
i don't think i've ever been in such a continual funk.
and sometimes i feel like throwing in the towel and giving up.
but dammit, being a responsible adult means suffering. it means enduring for the sake of money. no matter what choices i make, i'll still have bills to pay, and i'll still have shit to do that i don't want to do. and maybe not even good enough to do the things i want to do.
these feelings are illusions. of course i'm talented, and of course i've come very far, and i believe there is an end in sight, and yet...why do i feel like that future is not in china.
i don't think it's a passing fancy either.