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i hate this feeling of restlessness i get when i can't bear the present and i find my mind relentlessly wandering to the past. that or i'm earnestly waiting for the future. lately i seem to be living vicariously through that volatile mix between nostalgia and impatience for what awaits me. i get so anxious for the next hour, day, week to arrive. too anxious. i've been here before, and it has only left me with a bad taste in my mouth and feeling unproductive.
tomorrow i will try my hardest to appreciate the day. no matter how stressful (fuck finals and that interview), uneventful (fuck finals), or depressing.
i'm hoping this all goes away when i'm back home on wednesay... i'm in need of a break.
tomorrow i will try my hardest to appreciate the day. no matter how stressful (fuck finals and that interview), uneventful (fuck finals), or depressing.
i'm hoping this all goes away when i'm back home on wednesay... i'm in need of a break.