I said bad things to my mum because she wouldn't stop saying bad things and now I feel slightly bad even though what I said was the truth.
I want to v e n t
Friday, 14 March 2014
Friday, 21 February 2014
holiday, work.
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.
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.
Wednesday, 25 December 2013
slightly mediocre
My family isn't particularly religious, so we don't throw a huge hurrah when Christmas rolls around. Today has been largely disappointing. Most of the week I worked myself up to be excited because it's Christmas and tis the season, etc. Working every second day and spending the days in between with people turned out to be just the right balance, and even if I could've done with a bit more time to do my own thing it was going so well. Today though, my mood peaked about 2 hrs after waking up and has been noticeably declining since.
The past 8 hours has been mostly me overeating alone (re-enter: ice cream phase) and trying to paint Wendy's Christmas peacock. I don't feel the energy to draw though and I've noticed the declining quality of my animals since the squirrel, which is somewhat upsetting and demotivating. Photos of friends/families are flooding FB and I am definitely feeling a pang of jealousy; my family is probably incapable of ever having something like that. This unit has been rapidly disintegrating and is now beyond redemption.
There are 3 hours left of today and I will do something
Sunday, 15 December 2013
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