I wish i would stop convincing myself that i have the willpower and motivation to do anything worthwhile with my time, just to go and waste is all again.
It's bad enough that everything seems to be working against me as it is: I could do without holding myself back even more on top of that.
But, I suppose if things hadn't gone horrifically wrong and i hadn't ended up on the wrong course and the wrong end of the city and the wrong set of circumstances i might be even more lonely than i am now. Though at least i might actually be going to classes.
I need a push in the right direction or, i don't know, at least something to aim for. Some direction to my life would be pretty handy right now. Or even just the ability to stop kidding myself.
What can you do with a pretentious arts degree with bugger all in the way of job prospects at the end of it?
(Make a really cool paper plane?)
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