One of my very last courses at UBC, yet can't seem to find the motivation to study. Perhaps the materials is a lot easier and I'm just taking it easy. Or perhaps there are other things occupying my mind.
"What should I have for dinner tomorrow?" "Fucking piece of shit... mother fucking piece of shit... bite my ass you fucking piece of shit" "So, will I ever say I love you again?" "PUGGIES"
Sometimes I wonder if I am bipolar. One mistake people tend to make after taking psychology classes = tendency to self-diagnose. Seems like I show symptoms of bipolar, schizo, manic, major depression, PTSD... wtf!
Just one more chapter to go through before I say "YAY, DONE FOR THE NIGHT!" I often wonder where my drive and ambition have disappeared to. Perhaps it died at 11:59pm on Dec 31st, 2005 when my so-called-perfectly-planned-future-life shattered. When I realized that I'm standing at the point where I am no where near where I want to be in life. Darkness took over my world.
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