When I observe certain people and what they go through, I wonder if life is actually so harrowing?
Or are good things so tough to handle?
Yeah, I shouldn’t be saying that. I’m dealing with it. I do masters.
There’s so much of truly absolutely almost BULLSHIT work to be done…I sometimes wonder if this is what I’ll end up doing in life. The possibility of a future seems so utterly weak sometimes..and the one that others envisage for me is not something I’ve envisaged for myself..and vice versa..but what confuses me is the question whether I actually fit in anywhere? my future or their future?