small vent.

I feel agitated. The world goes on fine without me. Even if I don’t step ahead… nothing changes. I wake up, go to school, study, have lunch, study, have dinner… It’s just an endless cycle. I don’t know why I’m going to classes. Or why I’m even getting up in the first place. What meaning is there to my grief? Will I feel this way forever? Ugh.. I don’t think there’s even a grip for me to get.

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ninalanyon · 61-69, T

Most of our problems are inside our own heads. It can be difficult but it is often possible to change how you see things by a conscious effort. Sometimes by working harder at the thing you currently feel forced to do, view it from a different angle, be more active in classes, dispute interpretations of literature, ask why.

Or take up a simple hobby.

You can do it, you can make the 'grip for me to get'.