But I don’t wanna do an essay.
I don’t wanna research for the essay.
I don’t wanna think about the essay.
I don’t wanna form any opinions on the topic of the essay.
I just don’t wanna go anywhere near anything to do with this essay.
Because sometimes I just get depressed and think english is a stupid subject.
What is the point of me writing my interpretation of an article that is, in itself, covering the subject of someone else’s interpretation of a novel?
Who cares?
How is this going to help me in later life? How is this going to do anything for me?
It’s so infuriating being good at something I hate doing.
Why can’t I be good at art or music or fashion or any of the sciences?
I mean, those things are actually interesting and make me feel like I’m doing something productive in my life.
Rather than sitting here typing out opinions that I don’t really have on an article I couldn’t give two shits about that nobody of any importance is going to read or care about and that is going to make absolutely zero impact in the world.
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