I don't think there is anything that represents my life at the moment better than this:
Indeed, cups of coffee have become a necessity, whilst, alrhough, not The New York Times, but various books on politics, economics and of course philosophy, as well as BBC News, have become my most loyal companions. And all of this in the midst of summer holidays. You can preach about working hard in order to get into the university of my dreams all you want but sadly I'm in no mood to listen. I'm a teenager after all. I want and need some rest, some time to chillax. It has become a constant battle with myself and, truthfully, I don't know when it started and I can see no end to it, not in the near future anyway.
It is exhausting to constantly feel stressed, to worry about every aspect of my life after the holiday. I've been told to learn to live in the moment but it's me we are talking about. I can get distracted (and hence procrastinate), I can hate myself for that (and that's exactly how I feel right now because why am I writing this while "Britain Since 1918" is waiting for me?) but I can't live in the moment.
Anyhow, despite the fatigue that I'm feeling and the immense weight that I am currently trying to balance on my shoulders, I shall plough on. I'm tired but I'm not defeated, yet.
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