as much as free time is nice, free time is mere impetus to think about things i would rather not think about. and as much as this blog has generally been filled with similar angsty themes, i am not averse to keeping with the general trend. the fact is that now more than ever i feel as if i am wasting my life. even with all of the good things in front of me. i feel further away from being content just because there are so many other things i feel like i should be chasing.
much of this is just an odd sense of jealousy, that even though i'm in a wonderful place, everyone else seems to be just that much wonderful-er. why? i hate myself for thinking that sometimes, when i know for sure that's it's not true. we all have to find a way to live, and who's to judge what's best? all i know is that i feel mine is definitely not up there. tough.
free time just disappeared. i don't know whether i'm glad or not.
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