Rant.
I am happy with who I am, for the most part, but who is that..? most people do not know all of it, and i do not want them to know, either. personal stuff is for people who i consider trustworthy, but my mother does not fall in that category. i may be bound in a cage naught to be excaped for thrice more years, though i do not know what i want to do with my life. my art drive is fickle at best, to that is not a tangible option. i sincerely love the idea of being a Psychiatrist, though i probably need a therapist. so, i sit here ranting away. this has no rhyme or reason, you know. just what is on my mind, i suppose. i hope you do not mind, if anyone actually reads this. school is going as well as ever, at least online. i miss the building and the time spend away from home. i take walks now, but only because it is a requirement needed to be fufilled by distant gym-class. the work isn't too bad, i suppose, but i am not the best at keeping ahold of myself. i need to understand my limits. it is a bit weird how i can spend five hours doing one thing, yet get little in the terms of actual enjoyment. it sounds bad, but,, i have been procrastinating. a little. i am working on my typing too, getting better at using both hands again. not just my right. small keyboard on the shitty school laptop. using all of my fingers feels weird when typing. but it will be worth it in the end? yeah. fj, fj, fj. ghghghghkdkdkdkdlslslslsaa;a;a;a;a;a;. pinkie feels the weirdest to type with. but, discomfort will be worth it?
- Published April 25, 2020, 05:43
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