i guess we’re supposed to improve as life progresses. Somehow i feel as if i’ve stepped backward. i miss the determination and drive i used to have (although that was at the expense of a social life?) idk, i guess that’s the way life is; complex. There is no clear distinction between most ideal/best life and non-ideal. What matters is the future and what I choose to do with it. Perhaps life’s complexities and enigmatic nature is the reason why it is great.
Told myself to sleep early because exams start tomorrow but look @ me.