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Today was okay. I got a perfect score on my Statistics quiz (only person to do it). So that's cool. I've sorta been doing everything at the last minute lately. Like..moreso than usual. I cut it pretty close when I'm doing assignments. Maybe I enjoy the risk.
My mom just came to check up on me cause I went straight to my room instead of grabbing some food first, which I usually do. Well, of course I wasn't hungry cause I grabbed some Subway in the free half hour I had after my finished my quiz today. But it's weird how she asked me why my eyes looked sad. I mean, I guess I was a bit upset before she came in, but I didn't think I looked particularly sad. >>; Maybe I'm just bad at hiding how I feel. Still, I guess I didn't think she'd notice. Then again it was probably cause I didn't eat.
I remember feeling like this before. And I can't bear to relive the experience. My mind says to run, but my heart is too stupid to do so. I'm at the edge of a cliff, just like Sartre's. The fear of all the possible choices and what they can mean stops me from making any choices at all.
God, why do I think about this kind of stuff?
My mom just came to check up on me cause I went straight to my room instead of grabbing some food first, which I usually do. Well, of course I wasn't hungry cause I grabbed some Subway in the free half hour I had after my finished my quiz today. But it's weird how she asked me why my eyes looked sad. I mean, I guess I was a bit upset before she came in, but I didn't think I looked particularly sad. >>; Maybe I'm just bad at hiding how I feel. Still, I guess I didn't think she'd notice. Then again it was probably cause I didn't eat.
I remember feeling like this before. And I can't bear to relive the experience. My mind says to run, but my heart is too stupid to do so. I'm at the edge of a cliff, just like Sartre's. The fear of all the possible choices and what they can mean stops me from making any choices at all.
God, why do I think about this kind of stuff?