It might be a combination of the lack of sleep, the overcaffeination, and/or the stress, and/or plus other current circumstances, but I’ve been been in a weird funk very recently.
Who am I? How does one who lives their life episodically know who they are? What’s the common thread in all these episodes?
Grades. Regrets. I have a terrible work ethic.
Regrets. I do not think like a good scientist. I intrinsically swim more fluently in the realm of words than in numbers.
Maybe it all connects in the end? But probably not. It’s up to me to draw the lines.
Stress! Stress! DISCIPLINE, where art though?
what a weird funk
I want to embrace the unknown, and I thought I was comfortable with the dark. I suppose ideals are different from the actuality. I must accept the fact that I do not know. And be okay with that.
And I must make the most of every moment. Live here. please. Make this a good one.
I think that means I should take my studies more seriously. It’s not too late until it’s over, and it’s not over, right? So, I really must take this chance.
If it ends badly: well, it’s not really the end anyways.
If it ends okay: well, it’s not the end either.
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