Two months gone so quickly and now uni looms ahead, two weeks away. I feel a mixture of relief and reluctance, having jumped from highly productive to sloth mode countless times this holiday but overall feeling unaccomplished.
Pharmacy work is still nowhere in sight even though I machine gunned out applications early in January, and now I'm in a feeling of disenchantment. How do I keep on trying to enter a field that seems like it, cliche as this sounds, doesn't need me? Is there even any reason to? Apparently it's a numbers game but it feels so much harder than it looks for other people.
Hopelessness. That's a bit of what it feels like. Every letter is a futile attempt and I don't know what's compelling me to keep going anymore. At least when class starts again there'll be a sense of productivity that can make up for the lack of actual work.
Writing continues.
