Feeling: frazzled
Listening to: arranging homework
Reading/Watching: studying

Someone remind me why I'm doing this.

Someone explain to me why I'm working consecutive twelve-hour days all-week-all-month, why I'm barely making rent and tackling three different jobs, why I'm stressing myself out within an inch of my life, why I'm making myself crazy, why I have to schedule time with my friends, instead of just hanging out whenever.

Explain to me why I don't quit, and get a job, any job, as long as it pays more than maybe $500 a month, so I can make the same amount I do now and work about one-tenth as hard, and have as much free time as I could ever want or need to write, or read, or... I don't know, learn to fricking knit or something.

I'm not spending as much time as I would like with anyone, and it seems like everything is getting shortchanged. I'm becoming more and more tempted to just drop it all and become a vagrant street performer who carries her entire life in a shopping cart.

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