I really am sorry for my continued neglect of this blog; I care for all of you that read it immensely, and I would love nothing more than to feel so full of happiness and light that I could share every ounce with all of you. But where I am at right now is not a position of bliss. I am frustrated with the confusing equations I see through blurry and frustrated vision. I am angry at all of the hours I spend staring at a chalk board or sitting in an uncomfortable desk. I want bike rides and freckles, sun-kissed skin. Iced mochas and red lips, longer hair and toned legs. I want to devote my time to consuming healthy foods and reading brilliant novels.
I could honestly care less about the "societal prisons for the nonconformists, as depicted through theme," because these seven hours a day are my own personal panopticon. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand.
I'm in love with the wrong world with no direction of where I'd like to go. I'm drowning under this wave of academia and I can't seem to find the leisure any more to come up for air.