Appearance is everything.
All they can see are the absences, the lack of exploration, the sub-standard work, the clumsiness, and the late submission. So they think it’s a serious lack of effort.
When everything is quite the contrary, really.
They won’t know how much effort it took to complete (disastrous) work on time on days when even breathing becomes a chore.
“What does it mean to be happy to you?”
“Let’s rephrase that. How do you see yourself if you no longer have these negative thoughts?”
“I don’t know? I guess… then… I wouldn’t be me anymore.”
I feel like I have been doing a Holden Caulfield the whole of this semester. Or maybe my entire life, idk?
“You can only be in a bad mood for so long before you have to face up to the fact that it isn’t a bad mood at all; it’s just your sucky personality.”
You’re excelling at nothing at all.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo.
Nothing at all.
it doesn’t even have to be good?
You can’t excel at every single thing, you know?
Maybe it doesn’t have to be perfect.
“Where’s the evidence of you being lazy? There is none! In fact, you need to allow yourself to rest without beating yourself up. Self-care is important.”
Today, I learnt that I am not as lazy as I constantly think I am.
But you see, self-control was never a forte of mine.
Oh so afraid of intoxication.
And overindulgence would soon follow.
What if I stop being functional altogether?
I got upset over some news about parking apps being introduced as an alternative for paying carpark fees other than coupons earlier tonight. And now I can’t remember my exact chain of thoughts, or what exactly was so upsetting about that piece of news.
Who teaches a teacher?
Who dresses a hairdressers’ hair?
Who counsels a counsellor?
Humans need other humans. Why can’t some people see that? Why do some belittle others?
My memory is obviously failing me. Now I can’t even remember what triggered my whipping out of the phone in the dead of night to type this chunk of text. I thought I had an epiphany but I guess it escaped… somehow.
How’s it going to end?