Mid
Sometimes taking the train in Tokyo makes me want to peel everyone else's skin off of their faces. Of course I don't and I wouldn't, but then I might settle for pushing a few into situations of physical contact with matter at a high degree of velocitudinal differentiation. Yes, I made that word up. I'm an applied linguist, I'm allowed.
I feel down about everything. I blame my birthday. Because I was still alive when it happened.
Maybe that sounds slightly worse than I meant it. But only slightly.
Being a teacher is hard--and I really don't actually know for certain if I'm even any good at it. That's always upsetting.
I'm going to assume this is more a result of the cocktail of tsuyuu kicking in, too much stinky press of bodies, and fatigue/loneliness on my part and try to resolve the world's issues, but especially my own, by escaping conscious awareness--I mean sleeping.
Oh, this is cheery! (Not!) It basically says my writing will always be assessed as being poor.
I feel down about everything. I blame my birthday. Because I was still alive when it happened.
Maybe that sounds slightly worse than I meant it. But only slightly.
Being a teacher is hard--and I really don't actually know for certain if I'm even any good at it. That's always upsetting.
I'm going to assume this is more a result of the cocktail of tsuyuu kicking in, too much stinky press of bodies, and fatigue/loneliness on my part and try to resolve the world's issues, but especially my own, by escaping conscious awareness--I mean sleeping.
Oh, this is cheery! (Not!) It basically says my writing will always be assessed as being poor.