- me: Oh god it's time to get up.
- me: ugh clothing
- me: Ugh hair
- me: oh well it's too late to eat breakfast.
- me: oh god I hate this place
- me: no I don't like you leave me alone
- me: Oh your boyfriend broke up with you? Please tell me more about how emotionaly unstable you are.
- me: DON'T STOP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAMN HALLWAY YOU PEASANTS
- me: Nice ass
- me: the fuck you lookin at?
- me: I wonder what would happen if I pushed this kid down the stairs.
- me: Please just shut up
- me: ugh bus
- me: YES HOME
- me: YES INTERNET
- me: YES BED
As a child I used to be an avid reader, to the point where literally the worst punishment would be my mom threatening to stop buying me books in order to get me to eat, sleep on time and do my homework.
Upon entering university, the academic expectations were set high and it became necessary to read ~6+ chapters per week to stay on track. This increase in mandatory readings became the reason my love for reading declined. When I’m forced to do something, I don’t like to do it anymore so reading became negatively associated with the stress of keeping up with school work.
I had to force myself to start reading for pleasure again and I must say, it’s probably been one of the best decisions I’ve made over the past few weeks. I know HS/Uni/College/work is difficult and stressful, but never ever, ever give up something that you love. Those hobbies are the things that keep you well-balanced and sane.