i don't have time for anything anymore! if i want to cultivate or nurture any hobbies i either need limitless money or limitless time. i haven't read more than two books of my own volition since august and it seems that my creative spurt over winter break resides in spain. it's not the lack of money i mind, nor the scarcity of time-- directly, at least. it's the realization that without being able to obsess over something personally, intimately, and incessantly i'm afraid i won't grow at all.
i'm not content just living off of coffee and cigarettes and obligations. i want to be someone i can recognize.
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