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Sometimes I still feel like writing, even though it is mostly a stream of my thoughts.
Sitting in a coffee shop, listening to the table next to me studying traditional Chinese medicine, trying to feel awake. I am quite concerned that every morning I wake feeling less like getting up again.
This coffee is life to me, and their conversation is a nice distraction.
So .. my life. I've got a number of things happening, yet all the same it feels like describing them is a chore of false enthusiasm, it must be a real pain in the ass to deal with me.
I feel too often that I lack passion of any sort, I know I have some... somewhere in my thoughts but it is often buried under the grime and gunk that is self analysis and depreciation. Goals, I need to figure out what the hell I am doing in life, that is why I am writing here.. and then writing the damn IDP for my PI.
Blah.. I just started working on that and forgot everything else. I'll just leave this train at the station and board something to better destinations, I aspire to be Enodios.
Sitting in a coffee shop, listening to the table next to me studying traditional Chinese medicine, trying to feel awake. I am quite concerned that every morning I wake feeling less like getting up again.
This coffee is life to me, and their conversation is a nice distraction.
So .. my life. I've got a number of things happening, yet all the same it feels like describing them is a chore of false enthusiasm, it must be a real pain in the ass to deal with me.
I feel too often that I lack passion of any sort, I know I have some... somewhere in my thoughts but it is often buried under the grime and gunk that is self analysis and depreciation. Goals, I need to figure out what the hell I am doing in life, that is why I am writing here.. and then writing the damn IDP for my PI.
Blah.. I just started working on that and forgot everything else. I'll just leave this train at the station and board something to better destinations, I aspire to be Enodios.