english is taking over my life and i'm not sure how i feel about it

sometimes i forget that
wishful thinking never got me anywhere

it kept me happy though

:D


lalalalala i have developed really shit sleeping habits again
no math! *dance*
no science! *dance*

please let me have a good weekend
and yr12
LOVE.

i'm beginning to realise
every profound or insightful thought/realisation i had about literature / language itself

has already been thought of by someone
it is called philosophy
fucking hell i should have just studied philosophy and saved myself the bother of thinking it all up by myself and then realising someone else had already thought of it miles deeper than i had ever fathomed the subject could go
:0

the awe of the world