afterthought

Or maybe my influx of future planning and itching to demolish all feelings of immobility is in opposition to my move to Manc. Maybe it's all those pent up thoughts of being stuck in a rut, expressing themselves in endless hopes of tomorrow. That being here doesn't evoke possibilities and wide-eyed ambition, but rather suffocation and a desperation to get out.

/melodramatic. It's exam season, don't judge. Update on that front: Absolutely nothing is sticking in my head. I can't wait to be done but at the same time dread impending doom and failure and don't want to deal with those either. 11 days till home.

"A person is not old until regrets take the place of dreams."

-- John Barrymore

I feel old.