Grad school is lying to you. You can indulge fixations on obscure topics on your own time. You can sit in a library color-coding notes on articles printed from JSTOR for free. You can argue with dead philosophers in essay format whenever you like. Academia is a state of mind.

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

Dear Diary,

Why does a best friend breakup ache this painfully for this long?

I can get over a partner in a few months, I've done it a few times already. But I'm still mourning for my best friends from every point in my life, whom I've not talked to in years. They were my sun, my moon, my everything for years until one day they just weren't anymore. How are years just not enough? Am I ever gonna get over them or am I gonna long for what we were for the rest of my life?

Is this why I can't find someone new anymore? I've reached my limit, and until I get over some of them, I just can't have any more? Am I going to be alone for the rest of my life? Will all my friendships remain superficial forever?

people need to understand that once you go through your worst time alone, you really don’t care who stays in your life anymore.

sunday

Dear Diary,

Why is it so easy to imitate someone else than be who you really are?

Why is it so easy to get influenced by others than to figure yourself out?

Why is it so easy to want to look like others than actually liking your own looks?

There has to be a reason for this; I must be missing something.

I'm so deep in it that I can't look from a bird's eye view anymore. I'm so deep in it that I'm scared there is no saving me anymore.

Dear Diary,

I'm tired of simply feeling. Cause i give it my all no matter what it is, even for things or people that don't matter. Every single thing, I give it my all. How am I not empty still? Why do I still want to feel even more? I feel the tiredness, and the depressive shit, yet I can't stop wanting more, feeling more, giving even more. Even when I have nothing more to give.

Dear Diary,

Why does it feel so heartwarming to think about your teenage years in which you were cripplingly insecure, had utmost self-hatred, and could not stand living. Yet, you were young, reckless, and unstoppable. Is that the feeling I crave again? Or is it the fact that I'm in the same place now in my 20s, and need to know that it can change again?

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own [originally published 1929]

I know it is my father's first time on this Earth, too. And I know He had it worse when he was little.

But I was little too.

— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father

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Anne Sexton, "You, Doctor Martin," from To Bedlam and Part Way Back

“One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find - is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.”

— Beau Taplin, Hunting Season

Valentino at Paris Fashion Week Fall 2005