(no subject)
Well, already skipped day two, but I'm back. I thought about writing yesterday, but decided I had nothing I wanted to say, or things I could say would take too much effort for how exhausted I was. I will try not to let that be an excuse anymore, which means that a lot of entries here are likely to be one or two lines of me saying something extremely banal just to keep the habit up.
I am currently not writing about:
- confusing feelings about nihlism
- the paper I am not writing, the lengths my English professor has gone to to help me pass this class, or the last-ditch-attempt oral exam I am going to be taking on Tuesday.
- the continuing conversations between my sister and I about our mental health and the influences of/on our family
- my grandfather
- the fear of watching people I love get older
- the fear of getting older
- the search for a discipline that encompasses the various the things I love about language (linguistics doesn't fit, nor do modern languages classes or the study of literature).
- The futile but ongoing seach for a career that suits my interests and strenghts while paradoxically avoiding all the virtually identical things I hate/am bad at.
I am currently not writing about:
- confusing feelings about nihlism
- the paper I am not writing, the lengths my English professor has gone to to help me pass this class, or the last-ditch-attempt oral exam I am going to be taking on Tuesday.
- the continuing conversations between my sister and I about our mental health and the influences of/on our family
- my grandfather
- the fear of watching people I love get older
- the fear of getting older
- the search for a discipline that encompasses the various the things I love about language (linguistics doesn't fit, nor do modern languages classes or the study of literature).
- The futile but ongoing seach for a career that suits my interests and strenghts while paradoxically avoiding all the virtually identical things I hate/am bad at.