i feel like i have never had so many thoughts.

i am in such a good place right now, and i am excited to start living my life. i have no regrets or hang-ups, which i am truly thankful for, and although my life is not going in the direction everybody thinks it should be, i am happy to think i am just going to have a job, not a career that i live and breathe for. yes, i am clever, but it is as much a curse as it is a blessing. as much as a part of me really does want to pursue becoming a brain surgeon or a shakespearean actress, or a world renowned author; the sheer knowledge that those around me believe me capable truly satisfies the human need in me to succeed. faith in your own ability and not selfish ambition is the real foundation of accomplishment.

so i have started writing again. i don’t quite know what it is yet, but it is a satisfying hobby. english has always been my passion. i’m good at it. i love reading, studying, learning; anything. my love of books has led me being the best academic i can possibly be, and nurtured a brain i can be proud of.

but who cares? ha, nobody will even read this rubbish, let alone a novel by an amateur.