I used to actually write when things got hard

I used to actually write when things got hard. And now? What do I do?

I don’t even have motivation for that. Everything I used to like? Eh, what’s the point? If you’re not even good at anything. Not good at the things that matter, and there is no hope?

I remember last year I would write. I would write even more when things were even more hard, like when I was taking statics. How is it possible that this semester could be worse than that semester?

Well comparably, comparing this semester to the past semester, it’s not necessarily worse in every way. There are plenty of things that make this semester better, but overall, there are too great of things that make it worse.

In terms of the actual classes? Not as bad, although the Dostoevsky class might be!

The stress? The pressure? The loom of the future? Well it’s all just getting closer.