crisis. emergency. crisis.
any and every attempt i make to be productive, to make progress in my academic commitment, i get stumped by an existential crisis of sorts.
step 1: i start by updating my planners. when is what due. highlight. scribbled in red. birthdays. plans. dance practs. family gatherings.
step 2: i sort out and file my papers. then, out comes the post-it stack. more reminders about overdued payments and unsent documents.
(by this time, id feel like all the amount of planning and organising and sorting all this shit in my life isnt actually doing anything to solve any shit in my life. im not making any progress. what am i doing trying to fool myself. what a dumb ass.)
step 3: take a break and go on to facebook to check out the newsfeed. click on anything interesting.
step 4: see updates about friends partying overseas, studying and living the life. see updates about friends regarding school work. see updates about the hipsters whom ive lost touch with from friends to acquaintances because theyve finally grown into the person theyre comfortable with. and im still here, awkward in my own skin and struggling with the big question.
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?
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(proceed to drown in life. slap myself awake. carry on with life. repeat.)
step 1: i start by updating my planners. when is what due. highlight. scribbled in red. birthdays. plans. dance practs. family gatherings.
step 2: i sort out and file my papers. then, out comes the post-it stack. more reminders about overdued payments and unsent documents.
(by this time, id feel like all the amount of planning and organising and sorting all this shit in my life isnt actually doing anything to solve any shit in my life. im not making any progress. what am i doing trying to fool myself. what a dumb ass.)
step 3: take a break and go on to facebook to check out the newsfeed. click on anything interesting.
step 4: see updates about friends partying overseas, studying and living the life. see updates about friends regarding school work. see updates about the hipsters whom ive lost touch with from friends to acquaintances because theyve finally grown into the person theyre comfortable with. and im still here, awkward in my own skin and struggling with the big question.
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?
~~~\o/~~~
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(proceed to drown in life. slap myself awake. carry on with life. repeat.)