This is going to be interesting. I am writing this post on my phone. Mistakes will be made. But I will most certainly try to be as mistake free as possible.
I just can't get to sleep. Too many bright lights. The color show is too spectacular. Fulfillment always lives on the same shelf as doubt. Every new love is quashed by a relentless yearning for the past, no matter how rich the potential future might be.
There are a thousand knots in my stomach at the moment; they are both a side effect of the hour and a tell-tale sign of my nervousness over new opportunities. It is rather painful to be awake right now.
I want to go back to university. I want to study English--you all know how I love words. And I want to study philosophy. Mulling over the state of humanity is a fascinating affair. But I need money to do that. Money is thin on the ground, especially soon, when I'll be paying for and living in the flat all by myself. So that dream will be a few years in the fulfilling.
I'm so lucky. My life is a whirlwind of adventurous chaos that usually make me cry. But I get to live it. And I do love my life, no matter how convincing my griping may be on the contrary.
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