Blah, essay
I would rather cook than clean, and I would rather clean than study.
I haven't written an essay in so long. Then again, I was never big on them in the first place. I have an extremely hard time starting things. When doing projects, the first step is the hardest, and often left to the last minute.
I am a perfectionist, and would rather get a zero than a poor mark. It's easier to blame it on not trying than trying and failing.
Then again, there's also not caring and winging it.
So it goes.
Other issues on my mind:
I am not good at having close friends. How do people do it? How do they arrange to hang out weekly, talk all the time on the phone? Why am I bad at that?
Also, what am I? What do I want?
I want to travel and eat exotic foods and be admired and envied and approachable. I want to know secrets and never have to worry about money and make some kind of mark that will last. I can do many things well, but I'm not some kind of genius at anything.
I am forgetful at times.
I wish to be less insecure.
I like to do the right thing, but sometimes the wrong thing just feels so good.
I found $10 the other day. It was by a door and it was impossible to tell if it was from someone on their way out or in. I feel slighly guilty about it because there were people around and perhaps I should gave tried harder to find out whose cash it was. I know that's a bit silly because it's cash and I've spent it and it's over with. Still, it was ten bucks, which isn't an insignificant amount of money, at least to me. I mean, it bought me a lunch. One meal and a bit over isn't nothing.
That's it for now, as I am really just procrastinating on writing my essay.
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