Mar

Haven't had much of an interesting thought-flow lately, but what has been jangling about in my head is all to do with much-too-large ideas of what my life is meant to be like. I sometimes find myself, while enjoying little activities like playing Minecraft, or drawing, ever-plagued by the realization that I can't just do that. Eventually, I will be forced to live not for art, or music, or nature, or what other niceties keep me grounded, but for money, work, and thus begrudged survival, however long. I haven't the slightest notion of how I'll sustain myself if I fail to finish well in school, go to some second-rate uni, and eventually monetize my writing. Socially inept as I am, and always off-and-on mentally, I can't imagine I'd do well at any regular 9-to-5.