i didn’t ask to be so highly susceptible to every single emotion and desire i possess, to the point that i completely lose track of time and my physical surroundings. to be so caught up in a single one-track line of thought that leaves a trail of aloofness and incongruity in its wake. to wake up every morning greeted by that familiar intense sourness in my gut that indicates something more than hunger.
but such begins the second month of my third year of university.
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Hey this is totally a shot in the dark but –
You commented on my blog last year, and I was idly looking through my dusty archives and found your comment, and subsequently found myself here again. I really like reading your blog because your existential musings are incredibly relatable and you have an easy eloquence that I admire. I hope third year of law school is treating you well – it was the quickest year for me and I hope you treasure the time you have left in uni! Best of luck 🙂