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Swedish pop music, unassigned books, strangers, and the most unexpected person are the only things that can really keep my attention these days.
I have no patience for my classes, and no incentive to do well in them, as they are all for a major that I've now switched out of.
I've spent the whole semester sitting in class doodling in my journal, and doing perfectly well, so its gotten to the point where I wonder why I bother going at all. So I dont.
Romanticism and practicality are clashing.
I'm starting to doubt the circle theory.
Which makes me believe in it more than ever.
Everything is happening too quickly, and I'd give anything for a little certainty, a little clarity.
I have no patience for my classes, and no incentive to do well in them, as they are all for a major that I've now switched out of.
I've spent the whole semester sitting in class doodling in my journal, and doing perfectly well, so its gotten to the point where I wonder why I bother going at all. So I dont.
Romanticism and practicality are clashing.
I'm starting to doubt the circle theory.
Which makes me believe in it more than ever.
Everything is happening too quickly, and I'd give anything for a little certainty, a little clarity.