It's 10 PM. I have an essay due tomorrow and I haven't started. It's not that I don't find the topic interesting...it's just that I don't want to read or write or do anything. I wish I could be one of those people who can get work done efficiently. I can't even focus on subjects I love and yet I'm putting myself into all kinds of debt just to be here.
God, I'm such a hopeless human being. I'm going to go cry in the shower now. And then read Bacon's Essays until I cry myself to sleep. But don't worry. I definitely hate myself for crying over my privileged life when there are children dying of hunger all over the world. I've got all the proper self-loathing. I've been here before. I know the rules.
Also, I really wish I had a comfier desk chair. That would probably vastly improve my situation. Yes, a new desk chair will soothe all of my psychological pain. God, I really hate this fucking chair. It makes me want to puke.
My life is so goddamn difficult!*
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*Oh la dee da and fiddle dee dee! War, war, war - all this war talk is spoiling all fun at every party this spring.
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