And I really do miss writing. Properly, that is.
I miss all the hundreds of history/literature essays that took so much effort two years ago. It seemed a chore back then. But now, I can scarcely express my deep desire for engaging, intellectual stimuli.
The rubbish that I drown myself in each day, doing this little job lording over useless people, maneuvering around stubbornness and outright impossibilities, is truly suffocating.
I find it genuinely difficult not to cuss out the life I have right now every chance I have. The negativity resonates.