This week has been so fucking shitty.
So fucking shitty, I wrote back to the french researcher-- accepting the offer to move out to Mexico, to get that PhD... regardless of how much I fucking hate studying science. I did it for over a decade, what difference is six more years? It's not like I'm happy now... might as well be a productive sad person.
So fucking shitty, I'm now positive I'm going to be turned down... position filled or whatever the fuck.
Perpetually stuck in this limbo, where some days I'm functioning, and others I'm immobilized by this paralyzing sadness.
Rad.
So fucking shitty, I wrote back to the french researcher-- accepting the offer to move out to Mexico, to get that PhD... regardless of how much I fucking hate studying science. I did it for over a decade, what difference is six more years? It's not like I'm happy now... might as well be a productive sad person.
So fucking shitty, I'm now positive I'm going to be turned down... position filled or whatever the fuck.
Perpetually stuck in this limbo, where some days I'm functioning, and others I'm immobilized by this paralyzing sadness.
Rad.
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