i’m really not in any position to finish strong this quarter. two large papers and a final in the next week, and i’m just ready to give up.
ready to give up and spend my life paralyzed by good music, manufacturing whatever emotion i feel like having at the moment. though i would always choose just one: self-pity. there’s nothing like that particular emotion to lull me into thinking that all that matters in life, and i’ll that i’m good for, is listening to good music and feeling self-pity. it’s a magnificent circle, isn’t it.
someone tell me to shut up and go to bed.
