I have a little under two weeks before classes start again. This break has been longer than a month, so time has felt like it’s gone by real slowly. When I’m left with nothing to do I start thinking of how about all the things I screwed up. All my failures and odd quirks. I can’t help but think of all the times I ran away from responsibility and the like. All the time I spent worrying about pointless things and how there’s no use changing them. Do you ever get into the habit of doing something that eventually you forget why you do it? Doing it just becomes like a tick or impulse. But when you think about stopping or letting it go, you get really afraid. Like you want to cling on to it, but it’s best that you should just let it go. I don’t know. What an extremely dumb and pointless life I’ve lived.