(no subject)
1998 is here. School's back in session. Nothing's changed.
Private
I'm feeling rather...pointless today. It's a strange thought, to know that you'll soon be dead. It puts things into stark relief. And I don't particularly like what I see. So much time wasted. Now I won't even have time to discover what I want to do with my life, let alone make anything of it. I'd cry if I was the crying kind. But I'm not. Acidie is a terrible thing.
Private
I'm feeling rather...pointless today. It's a strange thought, to know that you'll soon be dead. It puts things into stark relief. And I don't particularly like what I see. So much time wasted. Now I won't even have time to discover what I want to do with my life, let alone make anything of it. I'd cry if I was the crying kind. But I'm not. Acidie is a terrible thing.