I live here.

Blurring the lines between reality and my dreams.
Jan 4 '12

I worry lately if I made the right decision.

I’m questioning decisions I once clarified to be the only decisions I ‘knew’ were the ‘right’ ones.

Maybe I dont want to teach home economics.

Maybe I dont want to teach at all.

Sometimes I wish I’d studied english. I can imagine myself in a big university… reading and having deep conversations with all sorts of people.

But still doing theology. This is my one stability and ‘light’ I guess. 

The one assignment I have enjoyed so far this year is my christology one. It makes me excited to hear what vince thinks of it….

why can I not feel this way about anything else? my home ec modules feel like constant pressure, constant failure, never being good enough but worse than that… just not caring.

I genuinely do not care about these physics labs. or my textiles folder, or social studies, or fucking specific methodology and SEN combined groupwork assignment.

I wish I cared but I dont…. and I dont know what to do about it.

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  1. punkcereal said: English looks like a really romantic thing to study, but it’s not. English is mostly bollocks because no right or wrong answer exists, it’s all just the ideas of the current time. Poetry and Literature are lovely but it’s not so nice to dissect them.
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