Sigh

Sometimes, I feel so claustrophobic in my life. Day in, day out, it's exactly the same. Wake up, go to uni, do work, come home, do work, go to sleep. Wake up, go to uni etc. etc. Weekends pass by in seconds and are nothing to me. I do nothing on weekends because I have study-guilt.

I feel claustrophobic like "this is it." Even when I think about travelling the world and such, I still feel claustrophobic. I think, "It's all going to be just the same." So the buildings are different or the climate is different or the people speak a different language. It's all the same still; people live and work and sleep then die.

And that's the end of that.

Enough maudlin talk. For I have to go back to study...

Does anyone else notice that I always seem to have existential crises during exam time? Pretty sure you could correlate the multiple posts I've written not dissimilar to this one with periods of high stress and uni work. I think it's a culmination of, "OH GOD, WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?" and, "FUCK THIS, I NEED TO PROCRASTINATE."

J